#just casually talking about having sex you know bff things

[queerly-autistic]

One of my favourite things about S2 was that we got to see so much in terms of Ed's relationships with women, and it just made me love him even more (if that's humanly possible). We didn't see him interact with many women at all in S1 (I think it was only the posh ladies at the fancy party which was...yeah, not a good experience), so S2 actually giving us a glimpse into his friendships with all these (very different) kickass women was so, so special.

I love that, as messy and fucked up as they all are, and even with the 'well we're pirates, we're not normal and we will fuck with each other' threat that hangs over everything, Ed's relationship with Mary and Anne is still so affectionate, and they both thrown their arms around him the moment they see him. Even though Ed is incredibly tactile, I don't think we've actually ever seen him be hugged like this, and it's just so lovely to watch him be embraced and clearly feel very safe being embraced by these women (and I can't with the way he clings to them, as well). I also love that this is a wlw/mlm friendship; yeah it falls apart later and turns into delicious gay-on-gay violence (and I wouldn't alter a note of it), but I love seeing this sort of affection between queer women and queer men, there's not nearly enough of it.

Don't even get me started on the BFF handshake he has with Anne - I want all the history there, give me six spin-off films about their adventures please.

And then we finally get a glimpse of his relationship with Jackie, which is similarly just lovely, but in a different way? You get the sense that they could sit there for hours, talking shit about the world, all whilst casually ripping the shit out of each other (but affectionately). You also know full well these two have talked extensively about men and know pretty much everything about each other's sex lives - we didn't see it, but I'm absolutely certain that Ed went into full gushing details about sleeping with Stede, just like Jackie did when she talked about The Swede fucking like a jackhammer (historical accuracy ftw).

And, again, whilst they're still pirates, and it's messy, the entire thing feels incredibly...safe, particularly from Ed's perspective? He feels more comfortable around Jackie than he is around most other characters (apart from Stede), just like he was with Anne and Mary.

And then, just to hammer the point home even further that Ed has, generally, fantastic relationships with women, and connects with them, and feels relaxed and safe with them, you have Ed and Zheng becoming instant BFFs literally minutes after meeting each other. Ed goes 'ooh, very cool woman kicking ass and killing people, she shall be my best friend, immediately', and Zheng is automatically incredibly relaxed and open with him, too (suggesting she feels as safe and comfortable with him as he does with her).

All I want in life is to see Ed and Zheng get silly-drunk with each other (and this is why we urgently need a S3).

And none of Ed's relationships with these women are a fetishistic 'I love women because they're fabulous' thing, or an overly patronising paternalistic 'I love the women and I must protect them' thing - all the relationships he has with women are very equal, very comfortable, fully believable, just fantastic friendships to watch play out. I feel like, given everything we see on screen, Ed generally feels a lot more comfortable and safe and open with the women he knows than the men he knows (Stede is the only other person he is this physically affectionate and comfortable with). Which is probably very understandable? Yes, the women he's friends with are all violent pirates too (that's part of the joy of it - none of them are lovely demure morally pure women, they're all violent pirates), but Ed has a lot of experience with specifically overtly abusive men - right back to watching his dad abuse his mum. And that's a distinction that matters: the show treats the violence of normal piracy and the violence of abuse very, very differently. Ed is not used to being treated softly or affectionately by men, as we saw in his shocked reaction to Stede holding his hand. I don't think it's any wonder that he gravitates more towards friendships with women (or that the men he feels the most open and safe with, such as Stede, Fang, even Frenchie, are very pointedly the opposite of the abusive men he has experience with). I just love love love that being friends with women is such a core part of Ed's character, and that we got to see all of these fantastic relationships in the show.

#ofmd #our flag means death #edward teach #anne bonny ofmd #mary read ofmd #spanish jackie #zheng yi sao ofmd #ofmd s2 ep4 #episode: fun and games #ofmd s2 ep7 #episode: man on fire #ofmd s2 ep8 #episode: mermen #ed x stede #blackbonnet #ofmd meta #erin waffles

[krirebr]

Thoughts or thots on swapping the babes in More Than This? What if Ransom was the BFF!step bro and Steve was the arranged groom to be? 👀

OH MY GOD! This is just- oh no! This has taken over all my thoughts since you casually slipped it into my inbox yesterday. I'm not even going to attempt a drabble cause I know it would end up being 5k and just part one 🤣 and you will not do that to me! 🤣🤣🤣 So here are my quickly-jotted extensive thoughts on what this would look like.

Ok, so your dad married Linda when you were little and then died when you were 14ish so Linda "raised" you herself (mostly by sending you to boarding school).

I think having a younger sibling would have mellowed Ransom out a little bit. He's still an asshole, but not as much of one because he has someone to commiserate with over their terrible family. And I think having someone to protect would be good for him.

When the time comes, Harlan and Linda sit you down and tell you that you're engaged to Steve, whose family, for the purposes of this, is still in the movie business and still based in LA, although I think he splits his time between there and NY. They at least do you the service of telling you about the pregnancy clause.

You go straight to Ransom, who immediately takes you out to get very, very drunk. Amid all the bar-hopping, he lets you cry all over him.

The next day, while you're nursing your hangover, Ransom goes out to the house to give Harlan a piece of his mind. There's a lot of yelling. It doesn't have any practical effect on your situation, but it does make you feel seen.

Meanwhile, Steve, who is very mission-oriented and values his family above almost anything else, takes this arrangement very seriously immediately upon learning about it. I think it would just take one conversation with Sarah about how important this is to have him push down all his personal feelings (which are turbulent) to focus on doing what needs to be done.

Like in the original story, Steve and Ransom have a passing acquaintance. Ransom thinks Steve is holier-than-thou, arrogant, and must be hiding something behind his good-boy presentation. Steve is very wary of the kind of party girl the sister of Ransom Drysdale must be. This leaves both you and Steve very nervous about the arrangement.

He flies out to meet you, and you both do your best to get to know each other over dinner. It goes well enough. You don't hate each other. But he comes off as stiff and formal and makes you feel a little like you're just a mission to be completed. You leave the restaurant feeling like you still don't really know who you're going to be marrying.

You text intermittently over the next few weeks, mostly about the logistics of moving into his home. It doesn't exactly alleviate your nerves.

Ransom helps you pack up all your things. He listens as you worry out loud about all of the things you can't control. He curses both Linda and Harlan as he shares cheap beer and expensive whiskey with you. You're going to miss him so much.

The wedding goes as well as can be expected. Steve is kind to you and tells you how beautiful you look. You make pleasant small talk with him over dinner and during several dances. After, you go up to the honeymoon suite and you both immediately fall asleep.

The next day, right before you get on the private jet, Ransom threatens Steve to his face. Steve promises he'll always treat you as well as you deserve.

When you get to his house and he gives you the tour, there's one door upstairs that remains closed. He tells you that that room is private and asks you to respect that.

He doesn't want to have sex until you've gotten to know each other better. Part of you is relieved but another part is very nervous about the ticking clock hanging over both your heads. You're not sure if there's enough time for him to get as comfortable with you as he wants (and vice versa) before you contractually need to be pregnant.

After a few weeks, you're home alone, when somehow the door to his private room gets opened. Maybe you still have Lola, and she somehow gets into the room. You go running in after her and that's how you discover that it's an art studio. Steve's art is on the walls and on easels in different stages of completion. It's all so beautiful. In the center of the room, there's a breathtaking but unfinished charcoal sketch. It takes only a moment for you to realize it's of you. You're bowled over by how he sees you.

He finds you standing in front of the drawing, tears running down your face. He's embarrassed and worried that he must have offended you. He tries to apologize, but you stop him by smashing your lips into his. It takes him a moment for his brain to catch up, but once it does, he kisses you back with a passion you've never experienced before.

You have sex for the first time on the floor of his studio. It's hurried and messy and desperate. Later, he'll put you in the bed you share and take his time taking you apart, but right now, he needs to show you that that drawing is just a fraction of the beauty he sees in you.

It doesn't take long after that for you to conceive your first child of many.

Oh my god! See what this did to me?!? Just this headcanon is almost 1k! I hope that's a satisfactory answer. 🤣🤣🤣 I loved getting the chance to flip MTT on its head like this. Thank you for sending such a great question!!

#ask kris #stargazingfangirl18 #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale & reader #captain america #knives out #headcanon #chris evans characters #more than this #arranged marriage au #kris wrote something #steve rogers #ransom drysdale

[wannaeatramyeon]

HEYEYEYE I felt like annoying you but can I request Vin Jin nsfw? :D

HEY KIRA! You can't be annoying, especially considering I answered this like 3 weeks late lol. Hope your exams/studying is going well!

Damn. Let's do some hc shall we.

Vin Jin x Reader: NSFW headcanons (+ a lil romance too)

Selfish and dominant. Really, look at this guy. Were you expecting anything else.

Foreplay? Doesn't know them. Spit and slick and away he goes.

Doesn't have a preference for where he cums. On you, in you. Whatever, as long as he cums.

Loves blow jobs. Absolutely loves the sight of his dick in your mouth, him rutting and hitting the back of your throat.

Returning the favour? Nah. Tired. Maybe later. (Later never cums comes).

Obviously he has a reputation to keep up, people talk. Vin will satisfy enough to not warrant any complaints. The bare minimum. He won't do anything more than that though.

And his attention is pretty fleeting. He doesn't get attached often. He could be ghosting you the next morning, or you could be around for a month or two.

In all likelihood, you may sleep together, nothing for like six months and then a message from him at 11pm 'baby wuu2'.

Sighhhhh. What is it about his cocky attitude and his arrogance that is just irresistable. The fact he keeps his goddamn sunglasses on even in the middle of the night and whilst fucking should be enough of a turn off.

Anyway, at least that's how he treats his casual hookups.

If Vin likes you? Very very different story.

Lets start from the beginning. If he likes you just for your looks, that's easy mode. He's a bit of player, a rising star, and very full of himself. Has no issues with just asking you out (see - Crystal Choi).

But if it's not just a superficial attraction, and he truly likes you, then here comes the schoolboy crusssssssh.

Vin is still Vin. An absolute asshole and relentless. He is very silently soft and simping for you. Tries his best to make you smile, be supportive in his own way, but you're still getting a lot of jokes cracked at your expense.

Mary has to like you too. Otherwise, if she disapproves, then Vin's interest will eventually disappear. She always has his best interests at heart, in a totally healthy and green flag, bff, ride-or-die way. If she suspects anything off with you, and her instincts are pretty spot on, then there is no chance.

Once he gets you into bed. All bravado but a little shy.

Vin wants to make you feel good. He wants his name to be the only one on your lips, and for you to be thinking about him hours, days, YEARS later.

What was that about foreplay? You'll have to teach him your likes and dislikes and be mad patient with him. So much pity for his previous partners for settling for anything less.

Because this guy. Once he gets into it? After some very fun practice? Amazing with his hands, even more so with his tongue. You can't spit bars without being good with your mouth and Vin. Is. GOOD.

It's not his favourite thing to do. Changes his mind when you writhe and moan as he's between your thighs. Huh. It might be the hottest thing he's ever seen and heard.

With actual sex, he tends to still be a little selfish. Some habits are too hard to break out of. And he prefers to go at his pace, which is hard and rough. Though you're not too worried considering that he'll likely make it up to you afterwards.

Has a little thing for degrading you. Expected considering all the shit he talks every day. Otherwise, he can be surprisingly wordless. His grunts and moans are loud though.

And you may have seen him without his sunglasses on, but not yet during sex. Adding an extra layer of vulnerability when he already is so vulnerable? Not his vibe at all.

The thought of that connection? Looking into each other's eyes when he's inside you. It's cheesy and cliched yet Vin can't get it out of his damn mind.

First time that it actually happens? Mindblowing. By far the best orgasm that he's ever had. He finally gets what all those shitty love songs and gross romances are on about. Keeps his sunglasses off from then on, usually.

Aftercare? Good fucking luck he hasn't just turned round and gone straight to sleep. You might get a tissue if you're lucky.

Probe and prod him enough, and you'll at least get some cuddles.

If you really are the type that wants a post-coital embrace? Vin guesses he can do that. You'll need to give him a play-by-play recount though of how amazing he is, how good he's made you feel etc. etc.

#lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #vin jin #vin jin x reader #jin hobin #jin hobin x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[ewritesthangs]

Sugar Daddy! Pablo Scheiber x Reader

First installment of my Sugar daddy! Pablo Schreiber x Reader. I hope you enjoy, these things just come into my head and I want to share my creativity with readers all around. 

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUTT, MATURE THEMES, MATURE LANGUAGE. 

You had met Pablo about three weeks prior to your date tonight with him. You were working as an on set medic for a new movie he was starring in. Pablo became infatuated with your beauty and you in general. 

As night fell upon the patrons of Vancouver, you and your best friend, who live together, were conversing about your upcoming date tonight. He sent you flowers today, along with 2 boxes. One box had a red satin mini dress and the other had authentic Louis Vuitton heels. You, of course, wore the outfit, looking rather delicious in the dress and heels. "Damn, Y/N I'd even fuck you in that attire." Y/BFF/N said with a giant smirk plastered across her devilish face. 

"Thank you, that is kinda the plan, Stan." You smirk, winking at her before gathering your stuff for the night.

"You got your implant, right?" 

"Like a month ago, where the fuck you been?" You chuckle and grab your light jacket, black in color. "I'll see you hopefully later. Or tomorrow. Who knows. I hope he doesn't kill me and just fucks me into oblivion." 

"Where did you come from?" 

"New found confidence in this thing." You spin around. The drive over to his hotel room was uneventful, except the wonderful performance you had put on for your stuffed hamster on your dashboard. 

You softly knock on the door. Was that too soft? You think to yourself before the door opens. 

Pablo takes a deep breath and smiles. "Y/N, you look ravishing." He was dressed in a "fancy" shirt which looked silky and some gray dress pants. 

"Well you don't look too bad yourself there, sweet cheeks." A nickname you have had for him since day one due to his charisma. You smirk and wink at him. 

His deep chuckle brings an alarming amount of joy to your being. One you had never experienced before meeting the incredibly tall man. 

"Please come in. Make yourself at home, dear." He steps aside to let you in. You saunter on in and he helps you take your jacket off and hangs it up. 

"Why thank you. Oh wow, nice room." You look around in awe, never really seeing this much luxury up close and personal. 

"Thank you. It's not too bad as a home away from home." You nod as you follow Pablo to his rather large kitchen compared to your small apartment kitchen. "Would you like some wine, my dear." He flashes you his beautiful smile. 

"Yes please." You smile back and grab the wine glass from him. "Fancy."

"Only the best for you, lovely." This statement made you blush. You take a sip of wine to deter from the blush. 

"I'm not that special." You say, causing Pablo to feign offense. 

"Y/N, you are the most special woman I have ever met."

"We met like three weeks ago."

"Time doesn't matter." 

"Philosophical. Impressive." 

"I try." He chuckles again. 

"So, Mister Schrieber, what is for dinner?"

"Homemade spaghetti and meatballs with a homemade bolognese." 

"Wait, you can cook too? What can't you do?" 

"Apparently 5th grade math." You both end up laughing at that comment. 

"Ready for dinner? I have something I am dying to talk to you about after dinner." 

"Oh? Yes I was ready when you said homemade." He serves you a hefty amount of food. 

"Eat up. I do not want you to be hungry." He winks and sits across from you. You guys engage in casual conversation as you devour the delicious food he had prepared. 

"Now, I am full. What is it that you would like to talk about?" You sip some wine. 

"I'd like for us to have a relationship of sorts. Now I don't exactly do the whole dating thing. Since my failed marriage I have tried to focus on my health and wellbeing as well as work and my kids. But I would love to be your sugar daddy." 

"Sugar daddy? Like you buy me things and I give you sex in return?" 

"Yes. I am quite wealthy, I want to spoil you, and I am infatuated by you," 

"Sugar. Daddy. Are there rules?" 

"I am the only one you are having sex with. I go by daddy." 

"Not many people like me enough to want to have sex with me." You shrug.  

"Well I do." He crosses his legs. 

"Okay. Yes." 

"Yes? Are you being serious?"

"A thousand percent." His excitement could not be contained at your confirmation. This was really what he wanted. 

"Would you like to start tonight?" You choke on the wine you were sipping. 

"Is that why you wanted me in this sexy dress?" 

"Maybe." He smirks. 

"Why not. I have been wanting to experience things with you. Why did I just say that out loud?" Maybe it was the wine getting to you. But you felt empowered with his words. 

"Good. Now I am usually a dominant male. I can have a submissive side when wanted. But tonight I am in charge." His voice got slightly deeper. This made your nether regions grow a little wet. You had a thing for deep voices. "Come." Pablo stands up and holds his hand out. You happily oblige. He takes you to his bed, pulling you close to him. His right hand goes to the back of your head and pulls your head to look up at him. "I don't usually do kissing either but your lips look so kissable." He gently kisses you at first to test the waters. Then he kisses more needingly. His lips were intoxicating. He pulls back and unzips your dress. "I want you naked, on the edge of the bed. Now, princess." You nod and give him a little show. He watches, biting his bottom lip. "Good girl." You lay at the edge of the bed. Pablo walks over to you and gets down to his knees. "I have wanted to taste you all night." His hands rub your calves then thighs before separating them. Exposing your freshly waxed sex. "Mmmm, someone was hoping for something to happen tonight."

"A girl can dream. But seems like the feeling was mutual." He hums before ever so slowly getting closer to your sex. Tantalizingly slow, to your dismay. You squirm under his gaze. 

"Patience, princess." He says softly before blowing some cool air onto your exposed clit. This made you shiver and moan. "You smell so sweet." He says before delving in. His tongue flicks your clit a few times before he sucks your clit into his mouth. Flicking his tongue as he suckles slightly. This makes you instantly arch your back and shut your eyes. The sweet sweet feeling of his amazing tongue on your swollen, neglected clit was all so much stimulation. A few breathy moans escape your lips and you rock your hips to his tongue wanting more friction. One of his hands rubs your thigh before he inserts two fingers into you. He pulls back to watch you. You look down to see his face glistening with your juices. In and out. In and out. Slow at first to you adjusted to his girthy fingers. He then picks up the pace. You bite your lip before throwing your head back. A soft little "Fuuuck." comes from your lips. 

"That's it baby, feel my fingers." He curls his fingers up, hitting that sweet, sweet g-spot. Your breath hitches and you rock your hips once more. 

"Ah yes." You moan out. He smirks, and halts his movements. Slowly withdrawing his fingers from you, causing you to whimper. 

"I want to be inside you when you come for me for the first time, princess." He stands up and undresses himself. Exposing his lengthy, girthy cock ready for you. "See what you do to me already, princess?" You sit up and nod. 

"Oh daddy, I need you right now. Please."

"Oh, begging already? Mmm such a sweet sweet sound." He licks his hand before pumping himself a few times. You lick your lips. He comes over to you. "Up on the bed more, princess." You scoot up onto the bed more, to which he follows. "You sure you're ready for all of this?" He smirks, you nod vigorously. "That's the spirit, princess." He dips his head down to kiss each tit before he slowly inserts himself. You gasp at his size but moan, it feeling good to have someone inside you after a few months of no action. He cradles your head with his arms as he starts his sweet, yet rough thrusts. You moan out loudly, louder than you ever have. But you didn't care, this man was making you feel good and people needed to know. 

"Ah oh fuck, yes." 

"That's it princess, feel me. Every little inch." He made sure you felt every inch of him. With every thrust. He knew how to take care of a woman. He rocks his hips into yours. "Say my name." 

"Daddy." You whisper. 

"Louder." His voice went dark almost. Very raspy.

"DADDY!" You moan out loudly. 

"That's it princess." He quickens the pace up slightly, feeling you clench and squirm ever so slightly. 

"I-i-i I'm close Daddy." You say, feeling the release rise up in your body, ready to release at any moment. 

He licks his hand before putting it between you two. He spits into his hand and rubs your clit, causing a whole other sensation to happen within you. You arch your back and rock your hips. "Cum for me princess, let me feel you all around me." That sent you over the edge. You pulsate around him, the feeling of euphoria raining over you as you cum all around him. A long, strangled moan comes from you, almost a scream. You needed that incredible release. You pant as he keeps thrusting into you, getting himself to the edge. "Princess, play with your tits." You were still in that just fucked stage of the aftermath, an afterwave of pleasure coming upon you. You begin to play with your tits, flicking and squeezing the nipple. He grunts and stills, a hot juice shooting into you. You moan. 

"That's it daddy." 

"You are incredible." He kisses your forehead before slowly pulling out. You both lay there panting. You were still dazed. 

"You weren't too bad, yourself." You manage to pant out. "Man I am out of shape." You say, once you have calmed down. Pablo just chuckles. 

"No you're not." He stands up and walks to what you think is the bathroom. You sit up, seeing him emerge with a towel. "Let me clean you up." He kneels again and pulls you to the edge. This caused a small squeak to come from you. He wipes you up, clean as can be. 

"Good thing I am on birth control." You smirk and giggle. 

"I saw the implant." 

"Well aren't you just observant." You caused him to chuckle again. 

"Would you like to spend the night? You look very tired from that good fucking." He asks, concerned you wont make it to your apartment. 

"I- yeah sure why not." You shrug, yawn and stretch. Pablo pulls the covers back for you to get in. You slowly crawl, tiredness having washed over you. He tucks you in, planting a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead. 

"Thank you princess." 

"For?" 

"Saying yes. And listening to my silent plea for you not to drive in your state of exhaustion." 

"Wine does tend to put me out after some activities." You yawn and snuggle into the man who now was laying next to you. He stiffened then relaxes, him finding an odd sense of comfort in your presence. 

"Get some rest, princess." He shuts off the bedside lamp, bringing you into the state of slumber. 

A/N:: Not my best work, things will hopefully get better. I hope y'all enjoy!

#pablo schreiber #pablo schreiber imagine

[levitatingbiscuits]

Do you hve any fav superbat fic recs? Any fics with the trope u talked about recently (bruce tryna charm a slightly bewildered clark)

that particular dynamic is kind of rare, but i just checked my bookmarks and i have a LOT more fic recs that kind of sort of have it than initially anticipated lmao

first up, anything by mithen on ao3 is god tier. they are the definitive superbat writer and have been for over a decade. they wrote both the first superbat fic i ever read (interview with a batman) as well as my favorite superbat fic of all time (heroes of the squared circle). but all of their superbat fics are great, and there are a lot to choose from!

I also really like susiecarter's superbat stuff because she is fantastic at writing "awkwardly trying to make friends" bruce (who is often also pining for clark), which i deeply enjoy.

takes one to know one (the love square) by soetry is a SUPER adorable, very funny fic where supes and bats are besties but (unbeknownst to them) each nursing an embarrassing crush on each other's civilian identities. seeing batman stiltedly interact with cheeky intrepid reporter clark, who is totally unintimidated by him, was great.

The Salmon Incident by CoffioCake is another hilarious love square where batman gets very jealous of superman's growing crush on his new boss, which he whines to his bff about often and at length. of course, he doesn't know that clark's new boss is bruce wayne.

Satisfaction Brought It Back is an adorable fic where bruce gets magically turned into a cat, and who do we know who rescues cats out of trees? initially, bruce does not like supes at all, so it's great to watch him slowly warm up despite himself due to clark's inherent lovability. of course, once he turns human again, clark is not as fond of bruce as bruce is of him, but bruce is gonna make sure it doesn't stay that way for long ;)

Favorite Strangers is set in the DCU before Superman's resurrection. Batman is tortured by guilt and regret, naturally, and ends up dimension hopping to a lighter and softer comic setting where the Justice League is in its heyday and Superman and Batman are best friends (and maybe more). Lots of great angst as Bruce grapples with this vision of how things should have been, falls ever harder for Clark, and deals with his alternate self, who is PISSED that a version of himself hurt Superman.

Learning to Fly is a superbat beauty and the beast au where Clark wanders into a horrific bat monster's mansion in an attempt to escape his odious bald suitor. then the bat monster starts trying to woo him.

On the Half Shell is probably the closest to the dynamic I was talking about. Lois dumps Clark, Bruce jumps at the chance to seduce him Brucie-style, but things go wrong when Clark assumes they're having casual rebound sex and Bruce gets utterly thrown off his rhythm and predictably reacts in the worst way possible because he sucks at communication. Then he has to try to make amends for acting like, well, himself lmao

There are tons of other enjoyable superbat fics in my bookmarks as well, if you're willing to brave them! They don't even slightly have the specific dynamic you're looking for but they're still great. Of the two of them, Clark is my blorbo, so most of my bookmarks have dynamics that are not the typical "superman is in love with batman and tries to win him over" that you often see for this ship. at the very least, they tend to go in depth on clark as a character, which is unfortunately rare :(

#superbat #fic rec #anonymous #fanfiction recommendation

[woodenchip]

DANGANRONPA 2 GENERAL HEADCANONS

Just some headcanons that I wrote down, most of it is just pure nonsense and I love that for me

🍊Hajime Hinata🍊

•TRANS MASC (HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR)

•Bi man, big bi man (men pref)

•He doesn't untie his tie, he just makes it loose enough to slip it on and off

•Is like really quiet when you don't know him, but once he's comfortable with you he has no control over what he says

•Deals with intrusive thoughts

•He's so silly

•Has ADD or ADHD and OCD

•Sleeps in the fetal position

🍖Akane Owari🍖

•My favorite Demiromantic demigirl

•My girl is sex REPOLST

•Aoi is her cousin

•Akane is so proud of Aoi

•High metabolism omg

•Whenever she got bored doing something with gymnastics she'd go up to little kids and show off

•"You wanna see what I can do-"

•She hopes that by showing off the kids get inspired by her and work hard

•She's really good with kids, like #1 babysitter type shit

•Her and Kazuichi are close too

•Like bff's

⚜️The Ultimate Imposter⚜️

•Agender. Definitely Agender

•They/It motherfucker

•gently holds them

•I LOVE THEM SO MUCH :((

•Everytime they disguise themselves an identity crisis happens

•"No one knows who I really am :), but also, no one knows who I really am :("

•Has a very empty room

•like, little to nothing

•CAREGIVER, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

👾Chiaki Nanami👾

•My silly little she/they lesbian

•Tbh I also feel like she's aroace

•My girl is a whole program, I doubt they care about all that‼️

•Loves Mario Kart

•OCD

•Collects old school gaming controllers and stuff

🩸Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu🩸

•HE/HIM BUTCH LESBIAN

•but also he/him trans masc

•no matter what he's trans, I don't make the rules

•With the Trans fem headcanon I love him with Peko

•They are my silly lesbians♥️

•Has so many scars

•I LOVE HIM

•He does age regression

•I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

•Let me project

🐹Gundham Tanaka🐹

•HE/SHE/THEY NON-BINARY SILLY

•They are simply too cool for gender

•Autism?

•Autism.

• yk that one meme that's like "When I go nonverbal at the function"

•Yeah, that's them

•Has costumes for the Dark Devas of Destruction

•HAS MATCHING COSTUMES WITH THEM

👘Hiyoko Saionji👘

•Lesbian‼️‼️

•Her and Imposter are so Sibling coded

•Like her calling him "Ham hands!" SIBLINGS

•I like found family :)

•Like Hiyoko would annoy them so much but will apologize ONLY to them

•Even with Mahiru, Hiyoko will give her half-ass apologies

•HIYOKO AND IMPOSTER FRIENDSHIP‼️

🎸Ibuki Mioda🎸

•My bi-con

•When she gets Overstimulated she just gets more verbal

•Like "omg it's so loud in here??? Should I be louder? I should-"

•She has like those noise cancelling headphones for when she sleeps because of her heightened hearing

•Without the headphones? Not a wink of sleep

•ADHD and OCD

•Whenever she doesn't concerts she makes friends with the staff (or at least tries to)

•Ibuki and Kazuichi have sleepovers and watch kid shows together just for the fun of it

🔧Kazuichi Soda🔧

•AGAIN, TRANS FEM OR MASC THEY BOTH WORK

•LIKE THAT ONE PART OF KAZ SAYING THAT HE WOULD WANT TO BE A WOMAN TO TALK TO SONIA CASUALLY???? SCREAMS TRANS FEM

•also his thing with Sonia? That's not a crush, that's gender envy. (Let me be silly with this)

•Like his eyeliner in game?? No cis man would be able to do that/hj

•Also has the tism

•NEEDS TO BE HOLDING SOMETHING, ANYTHING

•Has like, a box of stim toys

•DOES JUMPY AND TIPPY TOE STIMS

•They really like the feeling of Gundhams scarf

•ALSO DOES LITTLE SPACE

•Let me project onto them😡

📸Mahiru Koizumi📸

•Lesbian or Panromantic

•Big asexual icon

•She forgets things so easily (Main reason why she took up photography)

•She's always late to the first class of the day because she sees something really pretty and takes multiple pictures of it

💉Mikan Tsumiki💉

•DEMISEXUAL, MY HOMEGIRL HAS TO GET CLOSE TO SOMEONE BEFORE SHE EVEN THINKS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP

•She's also trans fem

•Gently holds her omg

•She asked Nagito to help fix her hair

•He fucked it up more

•Like you know that one part of her bangs that's shorter than the other strands? He did that

•Nagito and her would be silly friends

•"Why would an amazing Ultimate like you want to be friends with a worthless human like me?"

•She'd say something like- "Because you're not that bad, you just get unlucky sometimes, just like me!"

•Like, with how she falls, she's definitely unlucky

•SHE'S ALSO HYPERSEXUAL

🍀Nagito Komaeda🍀

•I really dislike him so I have very little

•My guy is definitely a He/They

•Is (somewhat) close to most of the Lucky students

•He'd end up degrading them though

•"It's amazing how we got into Hopes Peak from just luck!" "I know, how worthless is it that we are only here because of a name drawing!"

•He doesn't have many friends

•And with the few he does have, he just doesn't understand??

•like, my man is struggling to understand why HE has friends

🌪️Nekomaru Nidai🌪️

•The only cis Man here istg

•I love him so much omg

•He would help younger students train and just exercise

•Like him, Mondo, and Taka, they were like besties

•Taka would look up to him SO MUCH

•I'm also a Taka lover, be warned

•Also really good with kids

•Type of person to swing the swings so hard that it tangles up

•Akane would have to fix the swings

•He's just so silly :((

🎭Peko Pekoyama🎭

•FUTCH LESBIAN, HER AND FUYUHIKO ARE MY SILLY LITTLE LESBIANS, I LOVE THEM.

•She's near sighted

•She HATES contacts

•No matter what she does she doesn't take off her glasses, she wears them in the shower, in the pool, everywhere (just like me)

•Her eyesight gets worse and worse everyday/hj

•CARETAKER‼️‼️

•I LOVE HER SO MUCH

•Near sighted

👑Sonia Nevermind👑

•My girl experiments with pronouns and labels

•She's knows she likes woman though, 100%

•Going with the Trans Fem Kazuichi headcanon: she'd help Kaz with clothes

•Like, "You should try this on-"

•Of course she wouldn't forgive Kaz with the weird harassing thingy but she'd be okay with them after a while

•Sonia doesn't hold grudges

•I'm also a Kazuichi apologist ‼️

•SONIA WOULD CRY IF SHE MET GENOCIDER SHO

•CRYING OF HAPPINESS, LIKE‼️‼️

•"Omg- I've been watching police reports of you since you first started killing-!"

•She would watch Gundham's animals and dress them up in fancy little animals clothes

🍴Teruteru Hanamura🍴

•Pansexual

•We already knew that though

•I have like, nothing for him

•I don't like him >:(

•Loves those really corny romance shows

•Like the really bad ones that suck? Yeah, those

•He has a whole notebook with his mother's recipes for when he left to go to Hopes peak so he could cook them whenever he got homesick :(

•He HATES sharing recipes to other people

•Can NOT work in the kitchen with someone else

•MOVE OUT OF HIS WAY, HE WILL SHOVE YOU‼️

#danganronpa 2 #headcanon #danganronpa headcanons #nekomaru nidai #gundham tanaka #chiaki nanami #The Ultimate Imposter #akane owari #hajime hinata #kazuichi soda #ibuki mioda #hiyoko saionji #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #peko pekoyama #mahiru koizumi #mikan tsumiki #nagito komaeda #teruteru hanamura #sonia nevermind #super danganronpa 2 #super Danganronpa 2 headcanons

[teekays]

Nolpat & Gravy… lesbian, hot-girl bffs or am I crazy???

Like for real, they remind me of each other so much! What if they had sex about it 🧐🤷‍♀️🙊🔥

anon your brain is so powerful...... they are soooo lesbian couple who spends all their time doing outdoorsy stuff like it's casual. like. you get in their car (subaru) (you're going to the farmer's market with them because their friend who sells organic mushrooms has a stall there) and there's like, climbing equipment and shit that is actually for outdoorsy stuff but definitely could pass as sex stuff and ryan is like "you can just move that :)" like that's a normal thing for someone to have in their car because they just use it that much. they go camping and it's actually fun for them because they're so good at it? they're always talking about skinny dipping together under the moonlight at the lake they go to. they have three dogs and plans to get a chicken coop. they both casually wear hiking boots and somehow manage to look hot in them. nolan goes fishing and they invite you over for dinner to eat the fish and ryan makes a joke about nolan providing for her that lets you know they're DEFINITELY going to fuck nasty about it later. i wanna go i wanna go ahhhh it's beautiful

#HOT MATCHING CARABINER FUCK ASS SANDALS POWER COUPLE!!!! #asks

[sleepynegress]

Guess Who Already Got a Season 3 Filmed?

UPLOAD is back. I am down for the strike, but selfishly happy this show got another season filmed. It'll drop in October. That second season was mid so I'm hoping they recapture the magic they had in season 1.

So, I said some ish in the tags, but I'm gonna make my case for why #ThisIsARec (at least season one is) here, since I never see or hear much talk about it! The show centers on a young woman named Nora (played by Prince protegee and Cameroonian actress and musician Andy Allo) who is in a capitalist future dystopia working as a low-paid customer service agent for a digital "after-life" conglomerate. So, it is one of the only shows lead by a black woman (mixed race). One of her clients is a newly dead digital "upload" of a man who may have been murdered for his freeware version of a digital afterlife (played the non-problematic member of the Amell family, Robbie). The show is a sitcom, without multi-cams or laugh tracks, created by the people who brought us Parks and Rec. It dropped in the mid-2010's but is weirdly prophetic with all the near-future markers, from masks to casual treatment of insane classicism and an inflation economy, far-beyond living wages...

There are even hints at the solar-punk solution that was well covered in Pop Culture Detective's recent video about it, centered on the Disney bomb (another one that they didn't promote but should have, Strange World another rec, btw). It's dark comedy, but somehow comforting to watch too? IDK how they did it. The leads have good chemistry ( a scene where she touches his arm has more heat than full-blown sex scenes in other media) and she actually has black family and a black BFF(!), which is like a 'there can be only one' Highlander rarity in media...They never let WOC/black women socialize in these things! Mind you, I did think her friend, Aleesha, played by Zainab Johnson leaned a little bit too much on the sassy trope, but after rewatching, I like that she round-the-way, but *still* the smartest in the room. It's just QT and charming and a lovely uplifting watch, with an underpinning of that dark laughter of recognition of how well it skewers capitalism.

And the lead couple is *chinhands* shippable. It's a very quick binge with 9 half-hour eps and one slightly longer pilot ep. You know I am super-picky with my recs. I can distinguish from my terrible but beloved media which you won't see me tag with #thisisarec.

So, even tho that second season is a rushed, mid, disappointment... #ThisIsARec

UPLOAD is on AmazonPrime

#I make zero dollars writing this stuff so...I think I'm good #also the show is anti-capitalist #and it's my brand! #dark comedy speculative sci-fi that has already proven prophetic! #upload #this is a rec #definitely something to catch up on while the strikes are on #that first season is gold #again if you wanna watch without supporting bezos google soap 2 day

[therealjambery]

Winterhawk polycule AU

Give us the deets! Who’s with who, who came first, how was poly introduced?

*rubs hands* I love this idea and I definitely want to get it all out on (digital) paper eventually. I spent some time last year (?) spitballing back and forth with @vexedbeverage for this one. It's more of an unformed idea and I don't have a lot actually written.

It's a non-superhero AU where Clint and Natasha are in a queer platonic relationship. They've been together for years and rely on each other for emotional closeness, and Clint has a lot of casual sex with other people. Nat meets Sam and things change - he's "her person". Everyone has a lot of feelings and Natasha and Sam are the only emotionally competent people in their whole friend group (consisting of Steve, Tony, Pepper, and Bruce). To complicate things, Steve's long lost high school BFF moves back to Brooklyn. Steve would not shut up about this guy but everyone assumed he was dead because Steve never talked about him in the present tense. Clint and Bucky are totally gone on each other but Bucky is old fashioned and has a twelve step plan for wooing Clint, and Clint doesn't understand why he hasn't made a move.

It's really interesting to me how relationships ebb and flow over time. Like, Clint will always be a big, important part of Natasha's life and she doesn't love him any less, but she also has Sam now. She doesn't need to rely on him (slightly co-dependently) to fulfill all her emotional needs. And Clint feels like that means he can't rely on her either, because that would make the relationship unbalanced and we all know he puts his needs dead last every time.

Anyway, it's like 100 words of actual fic and a lot of notes. Thanks for asking!

"What do you want? Natasha's voice was neutral. She turned slightly on the couch to face him more directly.

"I - I don't know." He sucked in a breath, frustrated. "Something different."

"Clint," Natasha said, her eyes soft. "You realize that if you want something different you have to change."

He hated that softness. It made him feel small. He could feel all his wishes, his hopes, his unformed desires churning in his gut, understanding just out of reach through the smokescreen of anger kindled in his chest.

[secretfilesxxx]

The Rules for Talking About Your Sexual Life

You and your partner just had the best sex in a long time (cheers!) and you just have to tell everyone about it. Do you send a handful of your closest friends an email, phone your best friend, or post your Facebook status to say, "Attention, America: We've still got it!"? phim sex uncensored

It can be tempting to overshare juicy details with your inner circle in today's social media-driven society. But according to specialists, there are particular details about your sexual life that you should keep private.

The following are the dos and don'ts of discussing your sexual life.

When to Keep Your Lips Sealed When We're Not Talking About Sex

Avoid sharing your internet sex adventures. The guiding principle for discussing sex? Keep it off social media, advises Dana Fillmore, PsyD, a psychologist with expertise in marriage and co-founder of StrongMarriageNow.com in Del Mar, California. You run the danger of losing your partner's trust and the intimacy you have with each other when you post private information online.

However, 10% of respondents to a recent survey by condom manufacturers Trojan admitted to discussing sex on Facebook or Twitter. According to Judy Kuriansky, Ph.D., a clinical psychologist and sex therapist, and author of The Complete Idiot's Guide to a Healthy Relationship, tweeting about a sexual encounter is "riddled with all kinds of possible difficulties." The information you submit is not only visible to just about everyone, but it also remains visible in cyberspace for a very long time (even post-breakup).

Don't discuss sexual matters at work. You might believe it's acceptable to casually mention your sexual life to coworkers, but the office is one setting where such talk has no place. Why? According to Kuriansky, things might be easily misinterpreted, and you might end up in difficulty with your supervisor, coworkers, or corporate policies.

At your workstation, is a pal on the phone? Save the discussion of sexual matters for when you get home (or at least well out of earshot of anyone else). You never know who might overhear you and misrepresent what they heard.

Don't tell just anyone what you're up to. It's okay to tell a friend what happens in your bedroom, but you might want to check to make sure they aren't the town gossip. According to Kuriansky, if you simply randomly blab out all your sex complaints to everyone, you leave yourself open to all types of conversation. Only confide in your closest, most reliable friends.

Avoid starting internet sex. The same Trojan study found that 18% of participants had engaged in sexual activity with someone they met online. It may seem acceptable to engage in "talking filthy" with someone you meet in a chat room because you're not meeting them in person. But as Kuriansky points out, it might be anything else. There is no way for you to verify who you are speaking to or the veracity of what you are hearing. Don't risk your safety by engaging in online sex.

When to Laugh When We Talk About Sex

Confide on a reliable buddy. Your BFF might be a terrific person to turn to if you need to vent or brag about your sexual life. Set some ground rules first, advises Kuriansky, before sharing personal information with someone else your partner. Make your friend swear they won't tell anyone else what you say. Tell her that you are only confiding in her because you are confident in her abilities. Maintain your silence if you have any reservations at all.

Do first secure your partner's approval. According to Fillmore, it's a good idea to get your partner's approval before discussing last night's hayride with a friend. Many guys don't like having their sexual life shared with others, she claims. If he gives you the go-ahead, try to cut back on the gossip: complaining to your girlfriends about your sex life can damage your relationship.

Do share with your lover what makes you tick (and off). The one person you need to inform if something in your sex life is bothering you is your spouse. Couples all too frequently keep their problems to themselves in bed and assume that their partner is aware of their thoughts and preferences, according to Kuriansky. If you don't express your unfulfilled requirements, resentment may fester. (Also, don't forget to let him know what you enjoy!)

Do practice difficult subjects. Have a touchy subject to discuss with your partner, like an STD or a job you've always wanted to try? According to Kuriansky, practice makes perfect. Say it aloud or silently to yourself. She says, "You want to do things right so it doesn't go awry. To communicate your argument effectively, consider how your partner could interpret what you are saying before choosing the right words.

Speak with a sexual therapist. A sex therapist's counsel should be obvious if there is something in your sexual life that has been upsetting you for some time, according to Kuriansky. Sex therapists have received specialized training in a variety of relationship-related concerns, including sexual function, enhancing your sex life, and intimacy. You have two options: try counseling with your partner or go it alone.

And getting sex therapy doesn't always entail spending months on the sofa. According to Kuriansky, "you and your partner may be able to settle the issue with a brief session involving a few visits." Also, keep in mind how crucial it is to locate a therapist who you both click with.

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[breytons]

ultimate shipper challenge [2/5] funny moments ♥ chandler bing and monica geller

#friendsedit #mondleredit #friends #chandler x monica #mondler #usc #just casually talking about having sex you know bff things #AND TELL ME IT'S NOT THE CUTEST THING #that chandler is checking with her to make sure it's okay #that he's calling her hot #and he's making sure she's comfortable #but flirting at the same time!!!!!!!!! #i mean look at his smile??????? #i can't watch this scene without giggling with them #it's almost sickening #mygifs #mine

[hotdamnhunnam]

Jax Teller: Fuck You Better

A/N: Hello loves!! I’m SO OBSESSED with the below request 😍 In which you tell your BFF Jax Teller that your vanilla sex life with your current fuckbuddy just isn’t fulfilling your needs any longer... and Jax offers to satisfy your hungers. Fuck you rougher—harder, better, faster, stronger 😏🔥

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex Request: This AMAZING anon request

Word Count: ~2.1k

“Jax... you really didn’t have to do that.”

“What? Kick your fuckbuddy’s butt?” your best friend ever, badass motherfucker Jax Teller, approaches you now with his signature smirk and his swaggering strut. Glances back over his shoulder at the loser you’re ashamed to call your lover. The poor guy is in pieces. It was supposed to be a pointless little brawl, here in the middle of a random SAMCRO shindig, but Jackie Boy is standing proud and tall, as if he just won the Olympics. Everyone’s cheering for the golden champion with his stupidly sexy blonde man bun.

Jax snickers back again at the opponent he just effortlessly vanquished. “He fights like a pussy ass bitch, to be honest. For your sake I really hope his dick hits better than his fists.”

“His dick is none of your business. And I won’t be getting any for a while now you’ve fucked him up like this,” you hiss, licking your lips, trying hard not to stare at the sweat on your BFF’s bare sculpted chest as it glistens and drips. Jax has just walked off from the scuffle without so much as a scratch; meanwhile your fuckboy was just owned out of his wits, clearly outmatched.

Jax brushes it off with a laugh, playfully slapping you on the back. “Look, he started the fight. Said I’d been checking you out all night.”

Yeah fucking right. You heave a sigh. “Why didn’t you just tell him he was wrong, then?”

“I’m a lot of things, Y/N. Liar ain’t one of ‘em,” he replies, leaning in toward you with a twisted little twinkle in his eyes.

He’s always been a shameless flirt—even with you, the girl he’s friend-zoned for forever. Though you know that he means nothing by the words, that doesn’t stop the wet hot fire he ignites between your thighs.

“That dress is way too short,” he mutters, as the fire in your cunt burns even hotter. “And way too tight. The whole damn world can see that pretty little ass of yours. But you already knew that, right? Like knowing every man here wants a piece of you tonight?”

Not every man, you wish you could snap back at Jax. Not the one I want. Before you can, some random slut comes up behind him and attacks, clingy hands clawing at his bulging biceps. “Hey there, champ. Can I get you cleaned up?”

“Sounds good, darlin’...” Jax readily accepts, turning toward you then. “Oh, one more thing—he said I could smack his girl’s ass if I win.”

“No he fucking didn’t...!” you attempt to protest, but then Jax slaps you through your dress and you let out a goddamn yelp. The slut inside you can’t be helped.

He grins back at you as he struts off with the skank that he’s going to fuck, clearly pleased with himself. And it feels like you’ve been run over by a truck. Being in love with your BFF Jax Fucking Teller is literal hell.

***************

“Hey, can we talk?”

You have no clue what just possessed you to come up to Jax’s dorm room uninvited. But whatever just compelled you to burst through the door—conveniently unlocked—you couldn’t fight it. It was probably the thought of yet another undeserving whore devouring his gorgeous cock. You’ve never seen it, but it’s not as if you have to see, to know Jax has the world’s most perfect penis. With a face, a body like his? Honestly. There’s no denying this. It’s straight up fucking science.

Thankfully, you came up fast enough that Jax and his bitch haven’t yet taken their clothes off. The bitch blinks up at you, agape—appalled—like you just barged in on their wedding day. You just glare daggers back at her from where you’re standing in the doorway. Sure, it’s immature; you really have no beef with her, and this is not her fault. Of course she takes your unexpected presence as an insult. But you can’t be brought to care right now. You need to be alone with Jax, and if that requires cock-blocking her ass, then that’s how.

He meets your gaze, those baby blues fucking you up in countless ways, and you might cum just from the eye contact. You are a desperate whore for Jax and that’s a fact.

“You should probably get out,” he tells the slut who’s straddling him in the bed. The poor girl can’t believe the words out of his mouth, but Jax said what he said. 

If there’s one good thing that comes of being his best friend, it’s that he treats you with a shitload of respect. Crow eaters mean nothing to him when you’re in the room. Then again, who the hell needs respect when you’d give it all up to become a dumpster for Jax Teller’s cum...?

With an indignant huff, the other woman grabs her stuff and storms out of his dorm, making sure to bump forcefully into your shoulder as she passes through the door. You really harbor no hard feelings for the poor unfortunate whore. Pity, for sure—must fucking suck to be her, being so suddenly deprived of a shot with Jax Teller. No doubt it would’ve been the best sex of her life, ever.

In any event, now that she’s left, you and your BFF are alone together.

Jax gets up from the bed, lazily raking a hand through the lustrous blonde hair on his head. Well aware that he’s covered in sweat. “I should, uh—hit the shower...”

“Nah, it’s fine,” you tell him, stepping inside and locking the door. Why did you lock it? Fuck it.

What you don’t tell him is that he smells fucking divine. How is it even possible for anyone to smell like heaven, in the state that he’s in? His smooth flawless skin is so slick with his sweat that it shimmers and shines and might seriously strike you blind.

He stands across from you with his hands on his hips, white waistband of his boxers sticking up above his jeans, tongue flicking out between his lips. Those hands that drive you fucking wild in your dreams, that tongue you’d sell your soul to suck. “So you wanted to talk?”

You clear your throat and bob your head in an attempt at a casual nod. Trying to come off as cool when you’re anything but. “Yeah, it’s just—I just wanted to vent, a little bit. About that thing you said... to be honest, fuckboy’s dick doesn’t hit better than his fists. The sex is always lame and plain vanilla and I’m sick of it. Even in bed, he’s a pussy ass bitch.”

Jax bites his lip, stifling back a silent laugh. Cleary quite glad—though not at all surprised—that he was right. “So he fucks the way he fights? Hey, so do I...”

You roll your eyes, playfully punching him in the side... which was a mistake because now you’ve made contact with his sweaty skin and it’s too much to take.

Needless to say, Jax takes the punch in stride. The smug smile on his face is miles wide. “Think it’s high time you dump his ass if he can’t keep you satisfied.”

Something about that fleeting skin-to-skin contact, and his closeness in this moment, and his maddening masculine scent, has you crazily pacing the room and saying all manner of shit that you’re doomed to regret. “And then what? Fuck around until another Son decides he wants to claim me as his own personal slut? It’s not like I can have the one I really want.”

You take a second to tune in to your own internal dialogue, currently scolding yourself for being so dumb—where the fuck are you going with this, you insane little cunt?

Jackson doesn’t seem to be having the same reaction. For unthinkable reasons, while standing there all godlike and glistening, he appears to be very sincerely listening. “You, um... got your eye on someone?”

“Always have,” you blurt out, and you really want to snap a goddamn bear trap over your moronic mouth.

Now Jax has you with your back up against the wall and you cannot think straight at all. Blonde hair and blue eyes and broad shoulders tower over you so tall. “Yeah? What’s he like?”

Oh, I don’t know, just look at your own beautiful reflection in my big wide stupid eyes. The thoughts you keep in silence are as stupid as your actual reply. “He has a really big... um... bike.”

The cheeky bastard laughs as if he knows you meant to talk about his dick. He probably did. But then again there’s something shy inside his eyes that makes it look as if he genuinely doesn’t know shit. “Now that’s not very specific. Come on, Y/N—just tell me who he is. You know there are no secrets between us.”

Yeah, sure, except the secret that I’m scientifically convinced of the perfection of your penis. Somehow you manage to take back some of your dignity right this instant, if only for a minute. “Mind your own motherfucking business.”

Jax is still doing that sincere listening thing and you quite honestly can’t handle it. He’s looking at you now as if you’re something breathtaking to witness. Just like he is. “Wow. You really like this guy, for serious.”

Heat rises to your face, insides melting to mush beneath his gaze. “That obvious?”

“You’re getting all worked up just thinking about him,” he notices, going on as if oblivious to the fact that it’s because he’s in the room. “He better be epic, whoever he is.”

Oh, you have no idea, Jax... “And why would you say that?”

Your brain physically breaks upon hearing the words he says next: “Because you’re fucking perfect. Deserve nothing less. You should be with the guy who can love you best. Fuck you best.”

Sweet mother of Jesus. What just even fucking happened? There’s a space between your lips and his, still—just a sliver, and it kills. The moment you give in to this your world is bound to end...

You know that much for certain; you and Jax tried going down this path just once before, so long ago that you’re determined to forget, the only moment of your friendship you regret. It’s never just a kiss. It’s always more, always a risk, of losing him. Of losing this. And you can’t let it happen again.

You’re fucking trembling, heartbeat fighting, but you have to say the right thing. Even if it hurts you more than anything. “Christ, Jax—‘fucking perfect’? You really mean that? As a... as a friend?”

The word weighs heavy on your tongue. No word has ever felt so wrong, but there it is, and he can taste the bitter heartbreak off your lips. Bites his and shakes his head. “Yeah, I guess. Just being honest. BFFs, what else?”

Love is literal hell.

And just like that, in a split instant, all the reasons he had so sincerely listened, anything that he had felt... is fucking gone. Or so he can pretend, at least. He always fakes it well, hiding behind the image of the savage sexy beast. “So what, we done?” he snaps, swiping his hand through his disheveled hair and casting you a cold blue stare. “I was about to get my dick wet, till you came up to complain about how your pussy ass fuckboy sucks in bed.”

You deal his chest a harder-than-just-playful punch because you seriously hate him just that much. “God, you don’t have to be a dick about it. Honestly, Jax, do you give a shit about anything other than sex?”

“Can’t live without it. Dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”

At this point the words are just flying all over the room. Nothing even makes sense. “Ugh—you know what, that’s the difference between you and him. You and everyone else.”

“What? That I fucking win?”

“That’s what you like to think. That you’re some kind of motherfucking king. Strutting around like you’re the god of everything.”

“Maybe I am. Takes balls to be the fucking champ.”

“Yeah, well, your balls can kiss my ass.”

... Oh fucking shit. Those words may have been just a little too... accurate. Now there’s an image in your head, a vivid image, and it’s... pretty fucking graphic. Pornographic. Fucking magic.

And of course Jax has to say the words to match it. “Bet you’d like that. Wouldn’t you, bitch.”

... Oh. Fucking. Shit.

***************

... Continued in Part 2!

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me & you ⤑ jhs | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 your relationship with your best friend has always been strange - especially since you started as friends with benefits.  〞best friends to lovers au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: hoseok x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: light angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: soft dom!hoseok, sub!reader, softcore porn, anal fingering, anal sex, but like its not kinky, just v sof, unprotected sex, anal creampie, mentions to ass to pussy, AGAIN ITS ALL SOFCORE PORN OKAY  but don’t fucking do that irl use a damn condom this is fantasy not real life okay

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: god i’m really out here wildin and writing softcore anal porn in one day? damn someone come stop me

⏤ happy belated birthday to @readyplayerhobi​,, miss tali i love you lots and this bff!hobi fic is what you deserve

Large beams of sunlight stream in through the open door of your cramped, rooftop apartment. The radiant rays illuminate the small space of your front room - chiffon curtains lightly billowing in the wind. A light shiver runs across your spine and goosebumps prickle at your skin. Sitting on the floor of your front room, you stare at Hoseok - taking in the complete almost intangible sight of him.

Lounging lazily, his back pressed against the sofa’s edge - your best friend hums softly to himself: indolently flicking through the pages of his book. He’s a picture-perfect view of ease - his muscles completely relaxed and eyes idly flittering over the pages of his book. Long fingers delicately support the spine - his grip gentle: as if applying any more pressure would cause it to fall to pieces. Occasionally, he lifts his other hand and turns the page.

The motion shouldn’t be so captivating. It’s a simple gesture - turning the page of a book. Yet, the way Hoseok’s graceful fingers flit down the side of the page before curling around a corner and flipping the page, has you completely spellbound. His fingers move elegantly, and you can’t help the way your eyes follow them - gaze fixated on the slender, pretty digits.

Suddenly, Hoseok shifts to a different position. Knees drawn up to his chest, he rests his elbows against the kneecaps as he pulls the book closer to his face. The faded couch behind him silhouettes his figure - drawing attention to his slender body. Dressed in a pastel blue baggy shirt, and loose-fitting grey slacks, he’s the epitome of comfort. Though, somehow, he still looks utterly ethereal. His russet-red hair ruffles in the wind, his heart-shape lips pulled into a slight pout - dimples teasing at the corners - as he focuses on his book.

Breath hitching in your throat, you struggle to breathe. Hoseok is beautiful - you have absolutely no doubts about that. Nor do you have any doubts about the almost overpowering swell of emotions you feel whenever you see him. Butterflies bloom in the pits of your stomach at the sheer sight of him, and the sound of his dulcet voice ringing through the air never fails to cause your heart to lurch.

You and Hoseok have been best friends for almost seven years now - but you’ve never had the most conventional relationship. No - because best friends usually don’t sleep with each other when they feel like it. But you and Hoseok do.

Or at least you used to.

Best friends don’t know incredibly intimate details of your sex life. But you and Hoseok do. You know what he sounds like in bed: the sweet, sinful noises he makes in the midst of pleasure. You know the feel of his hands over your naked flesh: his hands splayed across your back as he pulls you flush against his body. You know the way his cock feels inside you: pulsing synchronously with your own walls as he fills you up with his cum.

The two of you may no longer sleep together - that had long since faded after you’d graduated - but that doesn’t mean you don’t know - or that you don’t remember.

Had you started conventionally, of course, you’d never have known Hoseok intimately. However - when the two of you had met, it had been in the first year of college - in a dingy bar frequented by the broke students of your university. In a mess of drunken limbs, you’d fallen into bed together that night. And the night after that. And the next. It had started as just a simple release - no strings attached and just a way to burn off the stress of college. But eventually - it had started becoming more.

Stressful nights filled with hands grasping for a quick release had turned into early morning study brunches together. Drunken Saturdays filled with frenzied, sloppy touches turned into late afternoon Sundays lying in bed. Spontaneous evenings filled with needy kisses and wandering hands turned into late-night pillow talks. At some point in your casual relationship - you’d stopped going home after your little rendezvous - and you’d begun sleeping over.

Then had come the pillow talk. Tongue loosed by your orgasms - Hoseok would pull you close into his body, and you would sigh at the tacky feel of his sweat-soaked skin against your own. But it wouldn’t matter - because he’d soothingly rub your back, and you’d trace your name in his skin over and over again. And you’d talk - talk about everything and nothing at the same time. Sometimes, you’d talk about your dreams for the future - and sometimes you’d playfully argue about which Disney Princess would win in a fight. But sure enough, through those late-night pillow talks, the two of you had developed an unlikely, somewhat strange, friendship.

You’d gone from simply fucking and crying each other’s names, to talking about your lives, your past and your hopes. Out of all your friends, Hoseok knows the most about you. He knows your favourite brand of chocolate - stashing some of it in your secret pile of sweets during your period. He knows the names of every one of your plush toys and pets from childhood - and the order of which ones are your most favourite to your least. He knows that some nights, you like to be left alone; dissociating from the stress of work and life as you retreat into your self to recuperate.

In fact, there is very little that Hoseok doesn’t know about you.

If you’re being honest, you can count the things he doesn’t know about you on one hand. He doesn’t know that his smile is your favourite thing in the entire world: you’re sure he could light up the entirety of Seoul with you. You know he definitely lights up your world with it. He doesn’t know that his tender touches are the one thing that can calm you down without failure - or that when you’re most stressed, you wish for nothing more than his arms around you while he whispers everything will be alright. But most importantly, he doesn’t know that somewhere in the seven years that you’ve known him, you’ve completely and utterly fallen in love with him.

After you’d graduated, almost three and a half years ago now, you and Hoseok had stopped sleeping with each other. Mainly because you’d found yourself getting into a serious relationship. Hence, you’d ended it with Hoseok - and your relationship had fallen into one of just friendship. Of course, that serious relationship had failed after about six months - and you’d never admit it to him, but it was due to Hoseok himself. When your boyfriend, Juhwan, had found out that you’d been sleeping with Hoseok, he’d freaked out and demanded you choose between the two.

When he’d presented you with the choice, you’d been shocked. Hoseok had been a constant in your life for four years by then. So you’d made your choice. A very easy choice. Aided by the fact that not only were you bored and listless in your relationship with Juhwan, but that he’d also tried to remove Hoseok from your life. So, you chose Hoseok. You’d always choose Hoseok. Of course, it was probably your own downfall that caused the bitter end to the relationship. Completely accustomed to your odd relationship with Hoseok, you had compared Juhwan to your best friend - craving the spark of connection and intimacy that you feel for Hoseok with someone else.

In the years after Juhwan, you’d tried to date again - but none of them compared to Hoseok. None of them smiled the same as him, or had his humour, or made you feel at ease like he did. So, for years now, you’ve simply settled for being Hoseok’s best friend. There’s still traces of your former intimacy; in the way his hand instinctively falls to the small of your back as he leads you around, the way the two of you snuggle on the sofa while watching Netflix: Hoseok’s hand resting just above your ass, your body laying on top of him - or even in the way he’ll buy you flowers ‘just because’ and kiss your forehead.

Just like that, with simple - what should have been platonic - gestures, you’d fallen headfirst for your best friend. Between the warm smiles on coffee dates, lazy strolls through the parks, and the way he’d playfully smile at you and call your name - as if it belonged to him; you’d lost your heart on him.

You couldn’t help it. Nor do you regret it.

Utterly magnetised to your best friend, you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, press your mouth to his and drown every one of your senses in him. A part of you wonders if Hoseok feels the same way - whether he yearns for you as much as you yearn for him. Drawn out of your musings, you hear Hoseok’s phone vibrate on the low coffee. Placing his book down, Hoseok picks up his phone before unlocking it with a swipe. After his lips twist in amusement, he lets out a tinkling, raucous laugh. Eyebrows shooting into your hairline, you cock your head in question.

“What happened?” you ask, your head tilting to the side.

With another boisterous laugh, Hoseok’s eyes glance up from the screen. Eyes twinkling with mirth, “Namjoon and his girlfriend tried to have anal sex - but the moment he entered her ass he came,” Hoseok guffaws. His words only have you scoffing.

“Pretty bold of her - I’ve heard stories about his cock. I wonder if it’s as big as they say it is?” you ruminate distractedly. Preoccupied with your own thought, you don’t see the way Hoseok’s eyes soften, a slight twinge of despair ebbing through them. However, as quick as it starts, it fades away and he turns back to his phone. “I wonder what it feels like,” you continue musing out loud.

“Namjoon’s cock?” Hoseok chokes out, looking at you with wide eyes. Sending him a playful disdainful glare, you snort.

“No - anal sex,” you reply - as if it were the most obvious answer. Had this been a conversation with someone else - anyone else - you’d be uncomfortable and shy. But it’s Hoseok - and you’d always been open with him.

“Wait, you’ve never had anal sex?” Hoseok’s incredulous voice breaks the air.

Humming softly, you shake your head. Then, with a shrug, “I haven’t really had anyone I trust enough to do it with,” you reply.

“Do you want it?” Hoseok asks - his voice turning breathy.

With a soft laugh, “why are you offering?” you tease. Your words are meant to be playful, but seeing the heavy sincerity in Hoseok’s eyes, you pause.

“Yes. I am,” Hoseok replies, his voice completely serious.

“W-wait what?” you ask, your mind suddenly swimming with haziness.

“I mean it. It’s not like we haven’t fucked before - and you do trust me, don’t you?” he asks - then with a pause - “But it’s completely up to you,” Hoseok finishes. You swallow audibly, your throat constricting. Would this be a bad idea? It’s been so long since you’ve felt Hoseok’s naked body against your own. But things are different now - you hadn’t been in love with him then - you are in love with him now. Would you be able to survive feeling him inside you - so intimately - only to lose him again? You have no idea.

Despite your reluctance, however, “yes,” your mouth automatically agrees. Consequences be damned - you’ll deal with heartbreak later. Right now, you have to opportunity to have Hoseok again - to feel his naked skin against your own as you drown in all that is him. You’d be damned if you lost this opportunity.

“I- are you sure?” Hoseok asks. His warm eyes stare at you in question; you know him well enough to know he’s giving you an out. But you don’t need one. You’re sure of this - as sure as the love you feel for him. Even if it’s just one last time, you need to feel him inside you.

Eyes steeling with resolution, “yes,” you reply once again. Sucking in a sharp breath, Hoseok nods. Then, he’s getting up. He holds his hand out to you and you place your own in his palm before you allow him to lead you to his bedroom.

Stepping past the threshold of his bedroom you feel the heat rise by several degrees. Carefully, Hoseok guides you towards his bed. This streams of sunlight bath his bedroom - lighting up every inch and corner. There’s not a hint of shadow or darkness, and suddenly you feel a little selfconscious. Without any cover, you’ll be completely exposed to him - unable to hide any flaw on your body. Suddenly, you feel your stomach twist in nervousness, and momentarily, you wonder if this was a mistake.

Hesitancy thickening in the air around you, Hoseok’s in front of you in a flash. Your eyes widen at the sudden movement and you let out a short gasp. He’s incredibly close to you now - his face only a hair’s breadth away from yours. Swallowing thickly, you look up at him through the thick of your eyelashes. With deliberate movements, Hoseok’s hand moves to cup your face - and delicately strokes his thumb across your cheek.

His actions comfort you - the tension in your shoulder dissipating under his tender touch. Boring into you with his warm gaze, Hoseok dips his head down. His lips hover over your own - so close that you can almost feel his mouth - almost taste him. Heart-shaped lips ghosting over yours, “It’s alright. I’ve got you,” Hoseok mutters.

Then, his lips are descending onto yours. You gasp against his mouth. It’s been so long since you’ve tasted him - felt his mouth move against yours - that you’ve forgotten what he tastes like. Not anymore, though. As he licks your lips, the saccharine flavour of his tongue coats your lips; and with another gasp, your mouth parts open. Lethargically, he presses his tongue between your teeth - the wet appendage massaging and gliding over your own.

Lost in the intoxicating sweetness of Hoseok’s tongue against your own - you barely register the way he undresses you. Briefly, he breaks your kiss - a soft whine of protest slipping from your lips - as he sheds you off your top. Then, pressing his lips back against you, his hands caress down the curves of your sides and along your abdomen before he deftly unbuttons your jeans.

Aiding his movements, you step out of your jeans - leaving most of your body exposed. The crisp air causes you to shiver, Hoseok’s hands reverently falling to your hips as he pulls you closer. Head dropping to your neck, his hands curl around your pelvis before cupping your ass. When he squeezes the fleshy cheeks of your behind, you gasp. However, he doesn’t stop there. Fingers delving under the waistband of your underwear, he spreads your ass with one hand - the fingertips of the other brushing against your dewy slit.

A low groan resounds through the air, Hoseok’s chest rumbling against yours, “You’re already wet. God, I forgot how responsive you are,” he rasps. His warm breath fans over the naked flesh of your shoulder, and over your back, causing the hair at the nape of your back to stand on end.

“H-Hoseok,” you stammer out, your head nuzzling deeper into the crook of his neck when you feel him lightly trace the outline of your folds.

“What do you want, Petal?” Hoseok questions. The sound of the familiar pet name causes your heart to clench. Vividly, you remember the way he used to call you Petal, his fingers ghosting over your clit as he brought you to climax. Though, this time it’s different. Before, whenever he called you Petal, the pet name would drip with desire and dominance. Now, however, it’s filled with tenderness - his soft voice causing your chest to cave from the weight of the emotions that well up inside you.

The muscles of your throat tighten, and simultaneously, your tongue ties as you try to force the words out. “You. I want you,” you choke out. There’s more truth to them than he knows - than he’ll probably ever know. The magnitude of your words ring heavy in the air, the atmosphere shifting slightly. Hoseok hums in approval from above you, his finger still tracing teasing circles over your folds.

“Where?” he murmurs. Taking a deep, shuddering inhale, your heart races. Everywhere - is the first thought that springs to your mind. You want to feel him everywhere: feel yourself drown in his embrace, inhale the intoxicating scent of earth and spice that wafts around him, taste the sweetness that is his essence. You want to sink into everything that makes up the entirety of Hoseok’s being. But the confession sits heavy at the back of your throat, the words turning to ash in your mouth as you feel your tongue dry.

Instead, “I-In my a-ass,” you stutter out. Choking out the words, you feel your ears heat - your flesh searing in embarrassment. You know he can feel your mortification - he’s the only one who can read you like a book - but rather than pointing it out, he places a soothing kiss to the edge of your shoulder.

Drawing away from you, “get on the bed,” he urges.

On shaky limbs, you do as he says. Falling to the bed with a bounce, you shuffle backwards. You watch him slowly shed his own clothes, until he’s dressed in nothing but his boxers. Trepidation and want pools in the pit of your abdomen, your stomach twisting as you watch him slowly approach you once. Momentarily, he stops at his bedside table, and opening the mahogany draw, he begins rummaging around in it. Time moves slowly - the seconds ticking by at what feels like an excruciating phase as he searches through his bedside table.

Finally, he finds what he’s looking for. When he pulls out the small bottle of lube, your stomach flips. Crawling back onto the bed, he comes to a halt in front of you. Knees pressed to the bed, he leans back on the backs of his heels before gesturing to your with the wave of his hand. “On your hands and knees, Petal,” Hoseok commands softly. The light domineering tone is reminiscent of the way he used to beckon you to your knees - but again, this time, it’s different. His command is softer - and you simply can’t decipher the underlying current of tenderness clinging to his tone.

Nonetheless, you slowly flip yourself over. Bearing your ass to him, Hoseok dips forward and presses a soothing kiss to the base of your spine. You feel his fingers curl around the waistband of your underwear before he peels the article of clothing off of you. A soft sough drops from your lips when you feel the damp fabric pull away from your folds before he slides it down your thighs. Lifting your legs, you aid Hoseok in divesting you of your underwear. When he’s done, he turns back to your sex, and you bite your lip when you feel his dark gaze on your folds.

In this position, you’re bared completely for him - nothing hidden from him. Under his heavy stare, you feel yourself grow self-conscious once again. Curling into yourself, you bury your face into his pillow before taking deep breaths. The scent of earth and spice fills your senses, the calming scent soothing you instantly. From behind you, Hoseok drags his soft lips against the fleshy globes of your ass, before he presses two tender kisses to each cheek.

“Relax, Petal, I’ll take care of you,” Hoseok mumbles. His warm breath ghosts over the seam of your ass, the muscles of your thigh twitching in response. Taking another deep breath, you pull yourself together before nodding to him.

“What’s your safeword?” Hoseok asks and another wave of nostalgia hits you.

“Butterscotch,” you breathe out. Hoseok freezes behind you, his face crumpling as he hears the word.

“Still?”

You bite your lip at the light disbelief in his voice.

Butterscotch had been the safeword he’d chosen for you - because you’d consumed an unhealthy amount of it during your university years. Butterscotch reminded Hoseok of you - of the days you used to suck at the caramel sweets and drive him mad with lust: wishing you’d suck at his cock the same way. For you, however, butterscotch reminds you wholly of Hoseok; and the way he’d sweetly call your name when you came undone above him. And even now, years after him, and long since you’ve had him in your bed, butterscotch remains your safeword - the security blanket you’d never really been able to let go of.

“Still,” you reply, echoing his sentiment. Hoseok takes a couple of moments to let your words wash over him. Fruitlessly, he tries to figure out what it means; figure out why still, after all this time, you’d kept the same safe word. But he can’t make anything of it. So instead, he presses another sweet kiss to your skin.

“Okay. Say ‘Butterscotch’ if it gets too much, alright, Sweetness?” Hoseok breathes out. Sweetness. That’s a new one - you haven’t heard him call you that before. Sweetness; you repeat in your head. Over and over you play the name in your head, until it’s all you can hear: until you’re drowning in it.

Abruptly, you feel a cold liquid drip over the seam of your ass. Pulled back to reality, you buck your hips and hiss at the sensation. Hoseok pays you no mind, instead, dripping more of the lube over your twitching asshole. The click of the cap resounds through the still air and then silence. He’s incredibly still behind you, and you have to resist the urge to turn around and look at him. You have no idea what he’s waiting for - but the pause only has you growing tense again.

Without warning, he presses a finger against the rim of your ass. You groan, your thighs quivering when you feel him softly trace the outline of your puckered hole. His touch is gentle - reverent - as he traces your back entrance. The slim finger barely ghosts over your flesh, his finger moving in feathery circles. He’s barely doing anything, yet heat begins prickling along your spine. Just the soft strokes of his fingers has pleasure rippling through you, and briefly, you wonder what it would feel like to have him actually inside you.

Though, you don’t have to wonder long - because the next thing you know, Hoseok is applying pressure to your asshole. Under the force of his lubricated finger, your ass slowly opens up for him. Simultaneously, the two of you hiss: you in the odd pleasantness of your ass opening up around his slim finger; and Hoseok in incredulity as the hot tightness of your ass muscles squeeze his fingers.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” Hoseok mutters. Experimentally, he wriggles his finger inside you, causing a cry to tear through your throat. It’s definitely a strange sense of fullness - but you can’t deny the sheer undercurrent pleasure that tremors through you.

“M-More,” you choke out, softly bucking against his hand.

A deep exhale, “Fuck- okay,” Hoseok rasps out. You feel another squirt of lube against your ass, the puckered rim twitching as the cold feeling. Slowly, Hoseok begins thrusting his finger into you, gradually opening up your muscles for him.

Low keening whimpers emanate from your throat, wetness flooding your sex as you feel his finger plunge leisurely inside you. Hoseok moves with deliberate motions, his lips ghosting over your ass in soothing butterfly kisses. “Are you okay? Speak to me, Petal,” Hoseok urges, picking up the pace slightly.

Head spinning with pleasure, you hazily register his words, “G-good. It feels good. Hobi- please, more,” you reply with a strangled moan.

At your behest, Hoseok presses a second finger into you. You feel the tight ring of muscles stretch for him. Discomfort stings at your ass, the slight ache making you wince. Hoseok mumbles an apology, peppering another kiss to the base of your spine. Even as he does that, however, he continues pushing the second finger into you. Once it’s knuckle deep, he stills - letting you grow used to the sensation.

“How’s that?” he asks. Shaking your head, you try to clear your head. Your mouth is dry, throat completely parched. Hands aching, you unclench them from the sheets - when had the happened?

“It’s alright. Just- just give me a moment,” you breathe out. Hoseok nods behind you. You both stay like that for long moments - the internal muscles of your ass twitching every now and then. When you grow accustomed to the stretch, you experimentally clench around his fingers. You cry out in pleasure when your ass squeezes his digits, a low thrum of bliss swirling in your stomach.

“Okay, y-you can move,” you stammer out. With your permission, Hoseok begins thrusting his fingers into you once again. With every plunge of the dainty appendages, your stomach twists and tightens. Muscles of your thighs quivering, you lose yourself in the pleasure of Hoseok’s fingers stretching your ass out.

Foreignness of it all fading away, you’re left with nothing but utter, blissful rapture. A third finger teases at your entrance - and this time, when Hoseok pushes it into you - the muscles of your ass are relaxed - and you easily accept the third digit. The stretch feels euphoric, and sinking further into unadulterated intoxication, you push your ass against him.

Deliberately, Hoseok plunges his fingers into you - his eyes trained on the way your ass swallows his digits. Lube slicks his appendages, the slippery fingers coating your internal muscles in the slick lubrication. Within the confines of his boxers, his cock strains, pulsating with need as he continues fucking his fingers into your ass. His throat constricting, he spreads all three fingers inside you: in a scissoring motion, as he stretches you out further.

The sudden action has you crying out, your back contorting in euphoric elation. Hoseok lets out a deep shudder at the sight - once tense with nervousness, your shoulders are completely relaxed now - you’re ass pushing back against his digits. Once again, he spreads his fingers - trying to spread you out as much as possible for his cock. The stretch has your rolling back once again, your pussy clenching around nothing as you drip onto his sheets.

“Want you. Fuck- Hoseok I want your cock,” you slur out, your hips picking up the pace as you try to fuck his fingers deeper into you.

“I need to stretch you out more or-” Hoseok tries to argue. However, fists gripping the sheets harder, you shake your head.

“I’m ready! Please, I just wanna feel your cock. Please,” you plead. Hoseok waivers for a brief moment, but the desperation in your voice, paired with his own aching cock, has him giving in.

Retreating his fingers from your ass, he grabs the bottle of lube again. You hear him uncap the contained before squirting some on his cock. Slick sounds of his palm rubbing over his cock fill the air as he preps his cock for your ass. However, when he presses the head against your asshole, you twist your hand back and stop him.

“What’s wrong? Do we need to stop?” Hoseok asks. Quickly, you shake your head before flipping yourself onto your back. Hoseok’s eyes widen at your new position. “What-” he begins, only to have you cut him off.

“I want to see you,” you breathe out. Eyebrows furrowing, Hoseok looks at you in concern.

“It’ll be more comfortable on your knees,” he tries to reason. However, steadfast and resilient, you shake your head.

“I want to see you,” you whisper again. This time, there’s a heavy undercurrent of emotion lacing through your voice. Large imploring eyes staring at him, you plead for him to give into you, and completely captivated by you, Hoseok knows he can’t deny you. There’s very little he could refute when it comes to you. You may not know it, but there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to see you happy.

Nodding in surrender, Hoseok helps manoeuvre your legs so your ass is spread for him. Legs bent at the knee, he presses them against your chest. The muscles strain, pulling taut at the new positioning. Nonetheless, you ignore the slight discomfort - far too wired by the thought of Hoseok’s cock in your ass.

Shuffling between your thighs, Hoseok presses the weepy head of his lubed cock against your slick asshole. Then, he slowly begins thrusting into you. Feeling the blunt head of his cock slowly enter your ass - stretching the tight ring of muscles - you suck in a deep breath. His girth is thinner than the width of his three fingers, and aided by the slipper lubrication, he slides in fairly easy.

However - Hoseok’s cock is much longer than his fingers - and soon you feel discomfort deep within your stomach. Wincing, you feel his cock spread open the untouched territory of your ass, the blunt head spearing you open for him. Through it all, you stare up at him - watching the way he sucks in deep breaths, his face twisting in pleasure as the hot muscles of your asshole rhythmically pulsate around you.

Eyes fixated on him, you take him in. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him like this - naked and fucked out: all for you. Sinewy muscles ripple under taut, caramel skin - his flesh glistening with a light sheen of perspiration. Bathed in sunlight, he glows from above you - shimmering in the amber rays as if he were some ethereal being sent by the heavens themselves. Your throat constricts and you feel your heart clench once again.

With his cock deep inside your ass, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more connected to him than you do right now. Hoseok feeds the last inch of his cock inside you, his hips pressing against the fleshy cheeks of your ass. When you feel your ass swallow the last inch of his shaft, you cry out in pleasure. Heavy lids beckon you to shut them, but you refuse. You want to savour this moment. Right here, right now, you want to remember everything.

Eyes raking over him - you ingrain this one memory into the back of your head. The way the corded muscles of his arm twitch, braced on either side of you. Deep chocolate eyes staring at you, his warm obs half-lidded and fluttering as he tries his best to hold still and not fuck into you. How the muscles of his abdomen ripple under his skin as his cock pulsates inside you, synchronous to the way your ass contracts around his shaft. All of it. You commit it all to your memory - because if this is the last time you have him in your bed, and inside you, you never want to forget it.

Tears pool in your eyes, but you blink them away. Seeing them, Hoseok bends over and presses gentle kisses to your lids, hushing you softly. You have no doubt that he thinks it’s due to his cock in your ass - but it’s not. It’s so much more than that. It’s the feeling of fullness, of wholeness, as you feel him deep inside your stomach. It’s the way your hurt aches looking at him - wishing he was yours for the rest of your lifetime. It’s the way you’re completely in love with him - your best friend - the only constant in your life these past few years.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok whispers, his nose brushing against yours. You close your eyes at the tender action. A part of you wishes he wasn’t so sweet - that he wasn’t so… Hoseok - just so that this would be a little less overwhelming - so your feelings wouldn’t be so overpowering. But he is sweet, and he is Hoseok, and you’re so desperately in love with him that you wish to feel him deeper into you.

A deep shuddering breath exhales from your nose, “I’ve never been better. Please move. I want to feel you,” you reply. You’ve never spoken truer words - because despite the staggering weight of emotions you feel for him, you haven’t been better and you do want to feel him - entirely and absolutely.

At your words, Hoseok slowly moves his cock - retreating it out of you before thrusting back in. Each plunge has his cock dragging against your inner ass muscles, the ridged veins of his shaft only adding to your pleasure. Slowly, Hoseok begins thrusting into you - his hips snapping against your fleshy cheeks with every plunge. He doesn’t move quickly - keeping his pace slow and mind-numbing - but he moves deep, his cock burying to the hilt with every movement.

White-hot pleasure begins racing through you, your veins searing in pleasure. Every time his cock impales you, you’re pushed closer and closer to the precipice of your orgasm. Hoseok senses your impending orgasms, the hot muscles of your ass erratically clenching around his cock; subsequently, your pussy clenches around nothing - dribbling your wetness over the seam of your ass: only adding to the lubrication.

“Are you cumming, Sweetness?” Hoseok asks. He dips further down, his torso pressing against your shins. The weight of his body against your legs forces your limbs further against your chest and you groan in pleasure. Impossibly, the change in angle has him hitting deeper inside you - so deep you feel him within the back of your stomach.

“P-Please,” you stutter out. Rapturous ecstasy flits through you, teasing and taunting at your being as you feel yourself teeter towards the brink of your orgasm.

One hand twists between your body, and suddenly, you feel Hoseok’s fingers against your pussy. Your eyes snap wide open, coming face to face with dark coffee eyes. Hoseok’s fingers thrum against your pulsating, engorged bud - working the bundle of nerves with his deft digits. “Cum, ____. Cum for me,” Hoseok urges.

The soft command, paired with the way he still relentless drags his cock in and out of your ass, and his fingers dancing across your clit, has you careening off of the edge and straight into pleasure. Back twisting off the bed, your head falls back as you cry out. Thighs trembling, you feel elated bliss course through your veins; a rush of euphoria searing across your skin as you cum.

From above you, Hoseok lets out a grunt. Your pussy clenches around nothing - but he can feel the force on the contractions mirrored in the muscles of your ass. His pace turning erratic, he thrusts a few more times inside you. When his balls tighten, he pushes as deep into your ass as he can. Cock swelling inside you, you cry out when he spills his cum inside you. Rope after rope of thick, warm cum fills you up - coating your internal walls and bathing you in his seed.

Euphoria blitzing through him, Hoseok’s tongue loosens from his own mind-numbing pleasure and you hear him slur something out. Despite the haze fog that clouds your mind, his words register as clear as day in your mind and you find yourself grounded to reality instantly.

With wide eyes, your gaze flits over him - looking at him in a mixture of utter disbelief and hope. You watch as he heaves for air from above you, in a bid to satiate the burn in his lungs. Once he’s pulled himself together, his eyes open and you once again meet warm umber eyes. Seeing your mouth open wide, shock apparent on your face, Hoseok’s eyebrows twist into confusion.

“Did you mean it?” you whisper. Your question only has his brows knitting further together.

“Mean what?” he rasps out. Despair washes over your face and you feel that inkling of hope wither inside you, tears stinging at your eyes. Seeing the signs of distress clear on you, Hoseok’s eyes widen in alarm. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of you. You wince at the sensitivity, his cum spilling out of your ass. Ignoring the feeling, you bite your lip and press the heels of your palms against your eyes - willing the tears away.

Immediately, Hoseok’s hands are gently wrapping around your wrists. Slowly, he tugs them away from your eyes - even as you resist. “What’s wrong? What did I say?” Hoseok practically pleads, imploring you with his earnest eyes. You shake your head, not wanting to repeat the words. “____,” Hoseok breathes out, urging you once again.

Hearing the pleading tone, your face crumples, “you said you love me,” you whisper out. Hoseok stiffens above you before he grows quiet. You shut your eyes, turning your head and bracing yourself for his imminent rejection.

“Would it be so bad if I do?” Hoseok asks. Your eyes snap open at his broken voice. Frantically, you search his eyes for any trace of a lie, or insincerity. When you find none, however, your heart flutters in your chest. From above you, Hoseok sighs, before running a hand through his vermillion hair. “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t expect you to reciprocate and I definitely didn’t mean to tell you like this but- but I do. I love you, so much,” Hoseok confesses. His words are like music to your ears, and a different type of elation thrums through you.

“I’m sorry if this changes things-” Hoseok continues.

Unable to help yourself, and a rush of euphoria drumming through your soul, “I think having your cock in my ass is what changed things,” you giggle. Halting at your words, Hoseok’s eyelids widen slightly. Gaze raking over you, he takes in the sight of your satiated smile and twinkling eyes.

“What-” he begins. However, you only giggle in exuberance once again.

Sobering at the slight hurt in his eyes, you smile gently at him. Straining your arms, you cup his cheeks. Then, lifting your head, you ignore the way your muscles twitch in protest. Instead, you place a tender kiss against his lip. “I love you too, Hoseok” you confess - reiterating his previous sentiments.

“Wait- are you serious?” Hoseok splutters in incredulity. Nodding with a giggle, you press another kiss to his lips.

“I’m serious. I love you,” you repeat. This time, Hoseok searches your eyes for any sign of deceit - but like you, he finds none. A large grin curls onto his face, and suddenly, he’s giggling alongside you.

“Have we been in love with each other this entire time?” he asks, shaking his head in exasperation at the thought. You can’t help but chuckle, your cheeks aching from smiling so hard.

“In a way, it makes sense. It’s always been me and you,” you respond.

Hoseok’s face crumples, his eyes softening. Then, he’s bending down and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yeah… always me and you,” he breathes out. Moving above you, you feel his cock brush against your wet folds. Hissing in pleasure, your hands fall to his ass: fingers gripping his soft, plump cheeks.

“H-Hobi,” you mewl out, instinctively bucking into him.

“Round two already?” he chuckles.

With another nod, you press a kiss against him, “I want to feel you again,” you whisper against his lips. At your words, Hoseok groans. Dragging his cock against your folds, he positions the tip at your entrance.

Then, with one smooth thrust, he slides home into you.

a/n: god if it wasn’t obvious i fucking love jung hoseok

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The Deep End

Boba x fem!reader, drabble-y angst + smut, Fennec makes appearances as your bff

TW: unprotected sex, drug use (they smoke a joint)

Translations (Mando’a)

cyar’ika - sweetheart

***

You smiled as Boba passed by you, looking into your face briefly. You pushed down the butterflies he gave you, trying to act reasonably. You were an adult after all. Fennec played her turn at Dejarik. You absentmindedly made a terrible play, still thinking of Boba.

“Girl, get your head in the game. I’m inclined to let you redo that move.” She tapped your hand. You looked down at your stupid move, still thinking of Boba. A small smile played on your lips. “Ah, well. I’m pretty sure I’m losing anyway.” She shrugged and continued play. You didn’t notice the look she gave you while you were studying the pieces left on the board.

***

You woke up thirsty. The ship was dim; it was still the middle of the night. You got out of your hammock and headed towards the mess. You made your way slowly and quietly, still sleepy. You were about to turn the corner into the mess when you heard a soft laugh. You froze, your tired brain confused that someone else was up at this hour. For whatever reason, you made the decision to peer around the door jam.

You saw Boba and Rennie standing very close to each other. Boba grabbed her hair and played with it. She smiled shyly and bit her lip, placing her hand on his chest. Her hand slowly slide down his torso. You blinked in shock and whipped your head back around the doorway to remain hidden. You stood with your back against the wall, mind racing, heart fractured. You turned and left, your throat dry but the glass of water forgotten. You headed to the bathroom and locked yourself inside. It was the only place to ever really have privacy aboard Slave 1.

You turned the light above the mirror on and studied yourself. You were not young anymore. Thin lines were on your forehead; your face showed other signs of the wear and tear of your lifestyle as well as simple aging. You were out of your prime so far as female attractiveness was concerned. It stung. You had never been the older woman before. And competing with youth was not something you thought you had in you. You were meek, quiet. Not bold like Rennie. You would never have had the courage to touch him like that.

A tear popped out of your eye, sliding down your cheek. You watched it, dejected. The bottom fell out of your stomach and you felt embarrassed. You hoped no one noticed your lingering stares and stupid smiles when he was around. How could you live it down? The part that hurt the most was that you thought you had a chance. You snorted at yourself, starting to cry silently, big tears flowing down your face freely.

You thought about his face, his voice. The times you had spent getting to know each other over cleaning rifles or a meal. Your mouth twitched into a small smile. He had seemed.... No. It didn’t matter, because you were wrong. You made yourself frown to wipe the stupid smile off you face. You sighed, wiping your tears and composing yourself. You came up with a mantra, “Mind your business. Smile. Don’t think about it.” You repeated it to yourself as you splashed cool water on your face and thought about taking a shower to rid yourself of the feelings you had. You decided against it and headed back to your hammock, not glancing in the direction of the mess as you did. You laid cocooned in your hammock, repeating your new mantra as you fell asleep.

***

You woke with a hole in your heart. You blinked yourself awake, momentarily forgetting the events of the night before. You wondered why your heart was so heavy. Then you remembered. You frowned and looked over at Rennie’s hammock. She wasn’t there. Was she awake already, or had she spent the night elsewhere? You tried to blank out your mind, but it didn’t work. You sniffled and swung your legs out, connecting with the floor.

You stood and stretched, doing some yoga moves to limber up. Fennec walked past and winked at you. You smiled in response and continued to do warrior II. When you felt alive you headed to the mess. It was a hard journey to make. You were apprehensive. You pushed the feeling away; it had no real meaning. You turned the corner this time without pausing. You regretted your action immediately.

You were face to face with Boba. He had been leaving. You exclaimed in surprise at the near collision, putting your hands up. He gracefully moved to the side to let you enter. Stunned at his presence, you walked past him, hands still up. You turned around, trying to think of something to say, some greeting perhaps. But he was gone.

You clamped down on your emotions and repeated your mantra. Mind your business. Smile. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. A flash of Boba and Rennie came up in your mind. Your lower lip quivered, but you kept it together. You grabbed breakfast and sat down quietly to eat alone.

***

Your day continued to unfold. You went with Fennec to town to get some supplies. The two of you chatted while you picked up items in the bazaar.

“How’re you doing, babe? You seem off today.” Fennec kept her face neutral, but you heard a twinge of concern in her voice anyway. “Just got out of the wrong side of the hammock I guess,” you mumbled, unhappy someone had seen through your facade. “Boba said you gave him a crazy look this morning. He noticed too.” She looked at you carefully. Your hand faltered as you went to grab an item off your list. You corrected and grabbed it, putting it into your bag. “Oh, well that’s weird... he just scared me as I was coming around the corner. That’s all.” Fennec shrugged and the conversation went silent. You revisited your actions in the morning and questioned everything in your life. You spiraled.

The two of you moved to the next vendor stall. “You know you can talk to me, girl.” Fennec stated casually, looking up at you carefully again. You shrugged, “I know.” She shrugged in response.

***

Fennec left you to unpack your purchases. You quietly stored the items in their appropriate places, at peace while performing the menial task. Rennie appeared. “Want some help?” Your throat tightened at her voice. You turned around, trying to appear neutral. “I’m okay, thanks. Almost done,” you gestured to the small pile. She shrugged as she walked off, “Okay.”

You repeated your mantra, your peaceful attitude shattered. Don’t think about it. Smile. Your composure broke for a second and a sad shadow passed over your face. You felt defeated by your own emotions. You looked up, planning to take the food to the mess. You looked straight into Boba’s eyes. You gulped, blinking and trying to school your face into a cheerful expression. You grimaced instead.

He narrowed his eyes nearly imperceptibly. “You okay?”

“Fine,” you shot back, lowering your gaze. You grabbed the food and pushed past him to the mess. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. You thought about it.

***

The fire sent sparks up into the night sky. Rennie had convinced everyone that a bonfire would be nice. You watched Boba poke at the fire while your companions chatted idly, passing spotchka. It came to you. You took a huge swig and passed it to Fennec, who eyed you. Normally you didn’t drink too much. You shrugged and averted your gaze.

The spotchka continued to make its way around your small circle, the blue liquid disappearing as it did. Boba and Rennie were talking in low tones. You repeated your mantra as you downed the last of the spotchka. You felt drunk. It almost felt comforting. A numbing effect had taken over. “You really outdid yourself tonight,” Fennec commented. She turned to you, creating your own tete a tete and ignoring the other two, still speaking softly to each other. You wanted to cry. “Something is up with you, babe. I wish you would talk to me about it.”

You glared at her, tired of being questioned. You said nothing, repeating your mantra in your inner monologue nonstop. You decided to try something. You forced a small smile that you thought might be convincing. “I’m bored. Dejarik?” She seemed surprised, “Really? Okay I guess. I’ll try not to beat you too badly.” She winked at the last statement. You smiled timidly. The two of you stood and walked inside, leaving Boba and his love interest to their own devices. It hurt to leave them but you knew it didn’t matter whether you were there or not. So why watch?

Dejarik passed slowly. You managed to focus so the game was close. You were repeating a piece of your mantra in your head. Smile. Just smile. You did not smile. Instead your brow furrowed as you concentrated on determining your next move.

Boba appeared out of nowhere, breaking your focus. You made a stupid move, grimacing as you did. Fennec’s eyes flicked up to you. You looked down at the board, embarrassed and sure to lose now. Boba grunted, watching the two of you play, “Bad move.”

”Thanks,” you nearly whispered.

Fennec said nothing and moved a piece on the board. You were in trouble. You tried to find a way out, but all you could think of was Boba’s proximity. Don’t Think About It you commanded yourself. You glared at the board until you saw a move. It wasn’t enough to save you, but it was good enough to not be a clear bad move like your last one. You moved the piece. Boba tsked and Fennec made her move, effectively ending the game. You sat back. “Good game, you’ve got me beat hun.” She shrugged, “You made it easy at the end.” You looked at your hands and then stood. “Well, I think I’ll go to bed. Gnight.” You kept your gaze down and passed by Boba, on the way to your hammock. Electricity crackled through your body as you walked past him.

***

You laid awake thinking of Boba for awhile. You tried not to focus on Rennie too much. You just wanted to think of him fondly for a moment. You ruminated on some times you two had laughed together. You smiled softly, thinking of his gravelly laugh. Your smiled faded as you realized that these things were in the past. Ever since Rennie was around, there was no time for such things between Boba and you. You thought about yourself ten years younger. More like Rennie. Maybe then you would’ve had a chance. You sighed and closed your eyes, intent on sleeping.

A noise woke you. You attempted to sit up bolt upright, which was difficult in a hammock. Instead you started to swing wildly. You got tangled up in it and fell out. You picked yourself up, glad everyone else was asleep. You rubbed your head where you’d smacked it on the ground. You no longer felt sleepy after such an awakening. You decided to walk the ship to try to get your mind off things. It was small so it was more like pacing, but you needed to move.

You walked down the corridor to the cargo bay, wringing your hands. Suddenly you felt a draft. You picked up your pace and arrived in the cargo bay. The door was open to the night. You were confused; who was outside? You walked to the top of the ramp and looked down. Boba was sitting on the ramp halfway down, smoking something. Before you could slink away, he turned around.

”Can’t sleep either?”

“I fell out of my hammock,” you admitted. A guttural laugh followed your statement. You felt hot. “You’re okay?” You nodded, feeling sheepish. “Come join me,” he motioned for you to sit next to him. Your heart leapt and then faltered. Where was Rennie? You realized you had asked out loud and held your breath.

“I don’t know. Probably asleep.”

You walked over and sank down next to him. He offered you what he was smoking, “Weed.” You smiled despite yourself and took a hit. You held the joint and played with it in your fingers. Then you passed it back, careful not to come into contact with his hand as you did. It would’ve been too much. You exhaled and looked up into the stars.

“She doesn’t really want me, you know. She just likes the attention,” Boba intoned, unbidden.

You silently thought about how much you really did want him. You toed the ramp, looking at your foot as you did. “Okay,” you said, trying to appear neutral. Don’t think about it. Smile.

He turned to you, “Okay? Is that all you are gonna say?”

You swallowed thickly, thinking of what it might be like to be the object of his desire. “Yup.”

“You don’t make things easy.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion, then forced your face into what you hoped was pleasantly indifferent. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugged, for the first time appearing unsure of himself. “Nothing I guess.” He passed you the joint, brushing against your fingers. You closed your eyes and tried to blink down the tears that had sprung up. You turned your head away from him as you took your next hit. You passed the joint back without looking, still fighting your tears. You felt him take it.

He sighed softly, but said nothing. You kept your head facing away from him, tears slowly making trails down your face. Smoke drifted past you. You realized Boba’s clothing was brushing against your own. You gulped. Suddenly you sprang up. “Well I should probably try to sleep again.” You took off without waiting for a reply.

***

The next day Fennec pulled you aside, “Wanna go to town? Boba and I are going to a cantina for a change of pace.”

“Okay,” you were feeling oddly peaceful this morning. You felt like you could handle it. Leaving Rennie at the ship, the three of you piled onto speeders and took off. You held onto Fennec tightly, thinking of nothing.

Your bizarrely calm mood continued in the cantina. Fennec ordered you a strong drink, trying to tease you. You normally politely sipped a spotchka. This time, you downed half the drink immediately, shocking your companions. “She’s feeling wild today,” Fennec commented, still surprised at your tenacity. You shrugged, feeling oddly disconnected from them. “Mm,” you said.

Boba and Fennec broke into a conversation about cycler rifles. They debated some aspect of scopes. You sat quietly and steadily drank your beverage. When it was gone, you ordered another. Your companions glanced at each other. “You gonna be able to hold on on the way back?” Fennec asked laughingly. You shrugged. You hadn’t thought about it. You continued to drink wordlessly, smiling politely at them but refusing to engage either of them. Your eyes drifted to the other patrons as Fennec and Boba picked up their scope debate.

You tried to find another man you thought was attractive. It was slim pickings. Finally you settled on a halfway decent looking guy at the bar. He was alone. Perfect. You drunkenly got up, spilling your drink. You ignored your companions’ confused calls to you.

You made it to the bar and plopped down. “So, you gonna buy me a drink or what,” you slurred to your target. He smiled at you and raised a hand for the bartender, “A fire whiskey for my new lady friend.” You smiled and leaned towards him slightly.

You engaged him in various stupid conversations such as the weather, Bestine’s current state of political affairs, and pod racing. The conversation flowed easily, as did the fire whisky. You drank down another cup easily, getting lost in your distraction. Suddenly you realized you needed to empty your bladder. You stood on wobbly legs. “I needta pee, be back,” you said absentmindedly to your new companion. You ambled off to the rest rooms.

You made it into the rest room and grabbed ahold of a stall door. You stopped to steady yourself. The restroom door opened. You moved further into the stall to avoid the other patron. Suddenly you felt hands on your hips and lips on the back of your neck. You thought of Boba and got wet. Turning around, you realized it was your bar boyfriend. You stared in confusion as his hands ran over you. He drew you into a slow kiss.

The bathroom door opened again. You barely noticed. You closed your eyes, thinking of Boba. You put your hands on his chest. There was a crash and you were standing alone again. You fell into the side of the stall. Your partner was against the wall, with Boba choking him.


“Stop, stop what’re you doing,” you drawled. Boba turned, teeth bared. You made eye contact with him. Your confusion caused him to loosen his grip on the man. He slipped away from Boba while yelling, “What the fuck are you doing, man? Mind your own business!”

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

Boba turned fully towards you. “You want to do this... with.. him?” He eyed you. You were too drunk to figure out his expression. “Yeah, I mean, I dunno.” You drunkenly leaned your head against the stall, finally feeling the booze hit you. Everything swam.

The man moved towards you and Boba growled, turning with his fists balled. “Fuck this, man. You’re both crazy.” The man left. You started to cry. There went your opportunity to pretend Boba was railing you. Fennec appeared, “I saw him leave, is she okay? What’s going on?”

”I don’t know,” Boba said lowly, then left. Fennec grabbed you and led you to the sink. She turned the water on and stuck your head under the faucet. “Sober up, girl, you almost fucked a total stranger in here,” she tsked.

“So fucking what. Who cares,” you were still upset.

“Well, I do. ....Boba does.”

You laughed harshly, tears mingling with the tap water. Fennec sighed. “You know he—“ you stood abruptly and put your hands on either of her shoulders. Your face was sopping wet and your hair was damp. “Let’s go back to the table,” you said abruptly. You dropped your hands and were through the door before she could do anything. You wobbled back to the table, plopping down in front of your spilt drink. Boba was waiting at the table, a cup in his hand. He didn’t drink from it. He watched you as you righted your cup and looked into it. Fennec sat down beside you, sighing softly. “You’re cut off, my love. You need to sober up so you can hold on on the way back. Seriously.” She took the cup from you. You groaned and laid your wet head in the puddle of fire whiskey. They let you be.

You were shaken awake. “Time to go home, babe,” Fennec’s voice said. You groaned and opened your eyes slowly. Sitting up, you eyed your companions indifferently. You were hung over and annoyed with their meddling. Fennec seemed not to notice, but Boba looked chastened.

“I’m not going directly to Slave 1, so you’ll go back with Boba now.” Fennec’s words brought you out of your grumpy reverie. “Fine. Whatever,” you grumbled, voice hoarse. Fennec picked you up and led you out of the cantina.

Fennec put you on the back of Boba’s speeder. “Now, remember. Hold on,” she knocked your head lightly. You grunted, “Mm.” She turned to speak to Boba. You sat on the speeder, hands pressed into the seat to steady yourself. You felt unwell and wanted to lie down. Fennec departed. Boba turned to you, “Are you well enough to go back now?”

You didn’t look up, “Yeah.” He got on in front of you, and turned his head after a missed beat. “You have to hold on,” he said, sounding somewhat amused and somewhat apprehensive. “Mm,” you commented, as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You scooted up so you were flush against him; secure for the ride home. He felt amazing. You pushed the feelings of giddiness down, aggravated with yourself. He took off without further discussion. You laid your cheek against his back and sighed as you watched the scenery whip by. Dune after dune. The light started to fade. You snuggled into him, feeling drowsy and warm. You closed your eyes and gripped him.

Upon arriving at Slave 1, you threw yourself off the speeder, disentangling yourself from Boba with lightning speed. “Thanks, gotta go pee,” you lied. He seemed to be trying to ask you something, but you walked off, ignoring him. You weren’t in the mood to have your heart toyed with. You collapsed awkwardly into your hammock and blacked out.

***

Throbbing pain in your temple started your day for you. You cracked one eye open. The ship was still dim; it must be early. You grumbled to yourself, still in a sour mood. You got up and showered. Feeling slightly more alive, you went to the mess to grab something to revive yourself. You turned the corner absentmindedly, running smack into Boba.

”Oof!” You exclaimed. He grabbed your upper arms to steady you. You backed up and looked up into his face. His expression was one of surprise mixed with something else darker. He continued to hold your arms. “You’re awake early.” He peered into your face.

”Sure I guess. I just wanted a snack.” You pushed past him, using your hands to gently press against his chest. He dropped his hands, stiffening at your touch. You grabbed an apple and took a crisp bite. You turned around, surprised to find Boba still there, standing in the doorway. You eyed him nervously. He shifted his weight, “Are you ever gonna talk to me again?”

”We’re talking right now,” You said flatly.

“I mean... really talk.”

You stared at him as you took an indifferent bite of your apple.

He faltered, “I mean... I... miss our talks.”

“Oh.” You chewed, not really paying attention to him.

He made to leave, then turned again. “Are you ever going to not be mad at me?”

“What?” This brought you out of your flippant mood.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, looking at you hopefully.

You stared blankly at him, confusion on your face. “For what? Beating that guy up?” You half laughed.

“No.. not that.”

“Then... what?”

He cleared his throat. “I’m not good at this.”

”Good at what?”

“Apologizing. And... expressing myself.”

You shrugged and took another bite of your apple, “You seem to do okay.”

He sighed, standing with his hands at his sides. You leaned back into the counter, lounging against it. He moved towards you until he was right in front of you. Your breathing picked up nervously. This close he made you feel hot and tingly. He reached out a hand to push your hair behind your ear. It reminded you of when you had caught him and Rennie in nearly the very same position. Your face became pained. “What is it, cyar’ika?” He asked softly. You ignored the strange word, feeling like you were trapped in someone else’s memory.

“You and Rennie... you already had this moment with her,” you said, pushing his hand away. It hurt to do so. Tears filled your eyes. He stood in front of you, his hand back at his side. You sniffled, managing to swallow your tears. You finished your apple and tossed it into the trash. You brushed past him, intending to go back to your hammock to get away from him. He grabbed your wrist. “Wait, we’re not done talking.” You turned to him, waiting anxiously. He seemed lost for words, but his grip on your wrist didn’t falter.

He started by saying your name softly. The way he said it so tenderly made you tear up. This time the tears flowed down your cheeks. He took his other hand and wiped them away. “Please don’t cry. I don’t want to make you cry.” You shrugged, dejected.

He brought his pointer finger to your chin. He brushed against your lips with his thumb. You pursed your lips, surprised and confused. He forged ahead, seeming to have something in mind. He leaned in quickly and kissed you. You gasped and your hands went to his shoulders. He released your wrist and pulled you to him, crushing you to himself. You made an overwhelmed noise and he pulled back, looking into your eyes.

“What’re you doin,” you asked breathlessly, wanting more but unwilling to make more of a fool of yourself.

“Trying to tell you I want you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What?”

He seemed flustered, ”I mean. I’m sorry for Rennie.” You didn’t move. You just stared at him. “What?” You asked stupidly.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. I was just... having fun. But it was at your expense.”

You shook your head, “What’re you talking about, Boba.” Your tone was soft, sad. You felt yourself becoming translucent. You were tired of keeping yourself wound up inside.

“When I saw him touching you, I understood how I hurt you with her. I’m sorry.” You stared. He continued, “I wanted to kill him for touching you. I wanted it to be me.” You finally allowed yourself to hear what he was saying. “Why wasn’t it you, then?” You asked sadly. “It could have been.”

“I know. I know. I... was a fool.” He kissed you softly again. Your eyes fluttered closed. He deepened the kiss, becoming frantic. You responded in kind. You wanted him to devour you. He pulled you to the counter and sat you on it. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him to you. He moaned, crushing you to him again. When you came up for air, he said, “Please forgive me, cyar’ika.”

You scooted off the counter so he was fully supporting your weight. “What do you really want?” You asked softly.

“You. Only you.”

You buried your head into his shoulder and cried. He rubbed your back lightly. You composed yourself. Still sniffling, you pulled your head up to look at him. He waited. Your eyes slid to his lips as you licked yours. He took the hint and slowly cupped your cheek to kiss you. The kiss was sweet, tender almost. He deepened it, sliding his tongue past your teeth. You responded in kind and the two of you held each other as you kissed. His hands went to the waistband of your pants tentatively. You moaned and ground your pussy into his groin. He was already hard. This drove you crazy. You bit his lip and your hands riffled through his clothing, desperate to undo his pants. He picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the mess into the corridor. “Where are we going?” You panted. “To my room.” You smiled, anticipation filling you.

The door to Boba’s room whooshed shut. He deposited you into the bed and fell into it on top of you. He spread your legs with a knee and ground his cock into your entrance. You gasped and moaned, needy for him. You again reached for his clothing. He started to pull your pants down. You lifted your hips for him. He stripped your pants and shoes off. You pulled your sweater and bra off. He inhaled, looking at you and running a rough hand down your side. You blushed. “I’m no Rennie,” you said.

”Forget her,” he whispered. “I have.”

He grabbed you appreciatively. You rolled over onto your back and splayed your legs, waiting. He was a blur of clothing and skin as he disrobed, eager to join you. Finally he was over you, looking down. He leaned down to kiss you as he positioned himself between your legs. Your arousal was coating the sheets and your inner thighs. He moaned against your mouth, “You’re so wet.”

You moaned back, absolutely dumb with lust. He bit your throat lightly as he nuzzled the head of his cock into your folds, finding your entrance. You spread your legs wider, moaning loudly and dropping “Please,” from your mouth. He covered your mouth with his as he penetrated you. You felt his head enter you and made a strangled noise. He stopped and looked at you questioningly. “No no don’t stop, don’t stop” you pleaded, clinging to him. He continued to impale you on himself, slowly so you could adjust to his girth. The stretching of your pussy was overwhelming. You were already arching your back with your eyes closed. He bottomed out in you and stilled. “Please, please. Move. I want you to fuck me.”

He pulled out and slowly reentered you, then pulled out again. He set a moderate pace, watching you carefully. “More, more, please, fuck Boba,” you moaned hoarsely. You mewled as he picked up the pace, stroking you with fast, deep thrusts. Your pussy was on fire, wanting more friction, more of Boba. You clawed at his back, begging for more, always more. He pounded into you, grunting from effort and pleasure. “Oh Maker, oh Boba, oh—!” You came hard around his cock, pussy clamping down on him. He made a strangled noise but continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You made unladylike noises and wrapped your legs around his hips, squeezing. He stilled in you, groaning. You rocked your hips, “Baby you still need to cum. I want you to cum in me.” He looked at you, but said nothing, kissing you instead. You released his hips and he started to move again, slower but with force. You felt your tits bouncing as he fucked you. He licked your throat and then bit you savagely. You mmmmd and ran your nails down his back.

He sucked on your throat, bruising you. “Ah, fuck,” he grunted as he fucked into you. “Fuck my pussy baby, fuck it,” you were all teeth and nails, biting him back and scratching him again. He picked you up and flipped you over onto all fours, pulling you up. He penetrated you from behind and held your hips in place. You moaned, your face in the pillow. You felt yourself close to another orgasm. He was so deep inside of you you felt full to bursting. You moaned, “Baby I’m gonna cum on your cock again.” His thrusts became erratic and he gripped your neck with one hand and your ass cheek with another. He railed into you, grunting and moaning. You reached your peak again, pussy fluttering around him while you cried out. His thrusts faltered and he stiffened, cock deep inside of you. “Your pussy is so good,” he mumbled. He pulled out and pulled you to his side as he laid down. You were little spoon. He breathed in your hair and snuggled more firmly into you.

After you stopped panting, you asked him the question on the tip of your tongue, before you could lose your courage. “What happens now?”

“Mm, whatever you want. I just want to be with you.” He sighed into your hair. Tears formed in your eyes but you blinked them away. “Then let’s never be apart again.” He gave a short laugh, “As you wish, cyar’ika.”

“What’s that mean anyway?”

He kissed the back of your head, “Sweetheart.”

You smiled, happy.

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[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

okay I gotta go to bed bc I'm losing my mind at how many of these from 99-00 are clearly written by, like, actual children and it's tripping me out to think about the concept of those same people as adults today completely unaware of some random lesbian at 1am in May 2021 wheezing over their 500 word story about Kerry casually revealing deep personal trauma to Lydia with zero prompting BUT ANYWAY

LET'S TALK ABOUT RECURRING THEMES IN CORDANO FICS FROM THE 02-04 ERA (MY SPECIFIC AREA OF EXPERTISE) disclaimer this is all lovingly teasing in tone, I am recognizing that these things are nearly all patently silly but this is NOT intended to mock any of them

- Mark is dead because that's convenient to everyone I guess, sometimes the author tosses a crumb my way and lets Elizabeth have some feelings about that but mostly it's just easier apparently if we kill him off EMBRACE THE OT3 I YELL THROUGH THE FABRIC OF TIME BUT NO ONE EVER LISTENS

- GRETEL IS DEAD???? THIS IS ILLEGAL WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT GRETEL GONE SHE IS A GOOD DOG AND DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HER LIFE

- alternatively Gretel is not dead, but the author clearly doesn't know what to do with her so when she's "onscreen" she's always sleeping or otherwise conveniently out of the way. Romano honey I think your dog is in a coma

- Romano gets sick and for some reason this means he has to spend like two weeks recovering from the flu at Elizabeth's house because he apparently needs someone to tell him when to take Tylenol. this is always accompanied by SHOCKING REVELATIONS about each other's habits outside of work and, like, personal interests?? BFFs just don't talk I guess :(

- Romano has so much angst. no for real he has, like, all of it. Elizabeth's canon distress at always "being the strong one"? never heard of it, here's ur new weepy boyfriend wow it's great you don't also have things to be a little broken about!!

- we work at a hospital but conveniently this story that takes place over like a month never has us AT the hospital............ I see you authors of 20 years ago and I agree medical scenes are hard 😔

- Ella is either always with a babysitter OR latching on to Romano immediately because he is Canon Good With Kids, Remember That (this is a problem that could be solved if we ever set any fics BEFORE s8 instead of after, but those are EXTREMELY RARE (see: first point))

- .......Romano is weirdly dominant, uh, physically. this is patently false, the man LOVES when people prove they can one-up him. also look me in the eye and tell me again that Elizabeth "control issues" Corday would be into that hfjdjgkdkg NO can you IMAGINE. I only ever skim explicit scenes because hello sex-repulsed ace here but this happens EVEN IN THE SMOOCHING SCENES... blease

if you noticed the connecting thread through all of these is a focus on Romano, you are correct! often at the expense of my beloved, despite her being the other main character. WHEN THOSE BEAUTIFUL FEW WITH EQUAL FOCUS AND GOOD CHARACTERIZATION HIT THOUGH........... swoon

anyway in conclusion ot3 rights and give Gretel more screentime in fics 2k21

#Mouse talks! #it's now 2am and I am half asleep already does this make sense. does it matter #is it OKAY to be like 'this thing someone wrote when I was in preschool is unintentionally hilarious' #like is that morally acceptable for tumblr I PROMISE ALL THE ENJOYMENT I GET FROM SUPER OLD FICS IS GENUINE AND WHOLEHEARTED #and I FULLY hope there's someone out there laughing hysterically at my OWN melodramatic fics from ten years ago!!!!!!!